The only thing I can think about
Is you and me and a bench in the park
A pack of cigarettes and endless talking
A day without hours,
Without minutes,
Without seconds
Because I would like to talk to you forever
If I could

Oh if only I could

I want to be happy
Yet i drown myself in sorrow

I want to talk
Yet I stay quiet

I want to be honest
Yet I hide behind fake smiles

I want to be beautiful,
Yet I cut my skin to pieces

I want to do everything,
Yet I try at nothing

I want people close to me
Yet I push them away

I want to live, yet I don’t