If you need a lover,
count on me no longer.
I've got to let you go,
I've got to become stronger.

Please don't call me baby,
please don't call me dear.
there's no more going back,
my path is finally clear.

Please forget the memories,
please forget the flame.
but if you need a friend,
please don't forget my name.

Taken somewhere unknown,
blindfold over your eyes,
it feels simply beautiful,
your negativity dies.

Continuing your walk,
hear the birds and the trees,
they sound simply beautiful,
there's a soothing breeze.

One step after another,
you smell flowers and smile,
they smell simply beautiful,
you want to stay there a while.

Although you can't see,
here you feel at rest,
here you feel peaceful,
and here you feel your best.

Not persuaded through your eyes,
only knowing what is real,
not able to judge by what you see,
but only what you feel.

The blindfold is removed,
you're extremely caught off-guard,
when you realized you were walking,
around your own back yard.

One day you'll be together,
one day you'll feel alone,
one day you'll step outside your door
and smile on your own.

One day you'll fall in love,
one day you'll fall in hate,
one day you'll step outside your door
and go on your next date.

One day your world will turn,
one day it stops and then,
one day you'll step outside your door
and see it spin again.

Wishing for
a perfect guy
is like wishing for
a dusty drought
when it's pouring rain
and nothing's dry;
the smallest flaw
will make you doubt.

Everybody has
their flaws;
love doesn't
need perfection.
So let down the
guarding walls
and search for
a connection.

My tears fall down,
and slowly move south,
and mix with the words,
flowing out of my mouth.

They fly through the clouds,
and with the bees,
they float over the grass,
and through the trees.

And end up at the feet,
of a young girl,
who is currently holding,
the weight of the world.

They go to her heart,
and that's where they stay,
until she has learned,
and passed them away.

I'd like to be somebody else,
just for a single day.
It's not that I don't like myself,
and not so I can play.

I want to be somebody known,
and somebody with power.
Not so I can rule the world,
or hopelessly devour.

I'm not interested in money,
or spreading a false word.
I want to put a mind behind
a voice that's really heard.

Inside once was your heart,
it's been replaced with a pie chart,
it shows the groups and has their size,
it helps you choose your next disguise.

Changing and becoming cold,
so you can fit into the mold,
you hold your nose up in the air,
as you pretend that you don't care.

You're not completely true,
you're not one hundred percent you,
because you're now less of yourself,
and more like everybody else.