the old man
looks tired
of balancing
the stones
on his shoulders

the old man
would like to
sit down
and rest a bit

that he can't do
what would be easy with a big rock
is impossible,
if you carry pebbles

There once was a field,
filled with flowers
and a little girl

Little girls are the only onces
interested in daisies
they turn them into jewelry
trying to share their beauty with the world

Little girls grow up
Forget about the beauty they once held
They were only unimportant
daisies

It was me in that field
Nobody considered me worth a second look
the little girls trying to **** me
at least knew I was there

Time changes you
a memory, a story
my lips start to forget how you felt
my mind still repeats your phone number, but it doesn't work
you're unreachable now
a memory, a story

a boy i once loved
a man i shouldn't have trust
but i would give anything to see you again
or just to know
how you're doing
did you move on?
or are you also,
crying at midnight
begging the universe to turn back time
do you also crave for a moment with me?
are you trying to remember my smell?
the softness of my hair?

when i lie in bed,
i dream you in my arms
i hold your head against my *******
and my voice finds the words to calm the storms inside you
because that's what i want most
forget everything you did, and just hold you
give you some hope and happyness
just hold you
inside my arms
hold you
make you happy
hold you
until you sleep

Langzaam wordt het later
ik staar naar het plafond, de tijd gaat door
glipt uit mijn vingers
tot ik niet meer weet of ik hier minuten, dagen of maanden was
ik blijf maar wachten
de tijd lijkt langs mij heen te gaan

Later

zal ik misschien weer lachen

There's a sea inside my heart
Tidal waves keep my eyes wet
That's only because of the moon
Even when invisible she pulls at me
So hard
I'm overflowing both grief and joy

The moment i left you my eyes started washing my face
why not, since you are not here to show my strength
since you are that part of me far away again
i'm left to face my own life alone
and i didn't even have the curage to tell you i am scared
I didn't have the right words to tell you how much i'm hurting
And how i don't even feel at home inside my own heart

Maybe i gave you currage
or you have a power source i cannot reach
but every day i watched you
you look the world right in the eyes, and tell it who you are
But when you're tired of explaining yourself, it's my shoulder your head feels save
So how could i tell you i need some of your strength
So how can i tell your save haven is an ocean drowing within itself
the salt of it's waves reaches beyond my skin, i bet even my heart tastes salty from all my tears

But when my eyes get hazy, and i don't see the world
i'll picture you
And as long as you face another day
I'll be there.
I'll be there, and help you trough

Maybe we are doing it wrong
every time we start talking
you ask me how i am
and i have to face that impossible choice
lie, and make you happy?
or use honesty to tell you how ****** up i am

'how are you?'
'well, i'm good.
I still cry myself to sleep but at least
i haven't be tempted to cut myself today.
I'm doing fine.
It's just the case my heart feels so heavy i fear my body may collaps.
And then an awkward smile, and us trying to get back to normal conversation.

Next time, we meet,
don't ask me.
Let me ask you instead.
'How am i?'
and you just tell me what you said today:
'you're okay.'
Because in a way, i am.
And if you repeat it to me every day,
i will start to believe that.

the only flowers you ever gave me
were plastic
but i still smell them
they smell of plastic, candlewax, and maybe even a little of you

if you had given me flowers
the real kind
would i have sprayed them with something, or dried them?
i would
i would have tried to save them, just like i tried to save our love

it would have been fairer if the flowers you gave me were real
cause maybe i would have seen them die, slowely
despite my efforts
maybe it would have prepared me for the death of our love
maybe i would have realised, before it happened

and maybe, i wouldn't be staring at plastic flowers now

He said: step out of your comfort zone
She said: fill out this questionaire
They said: get some help
We made up your mind, and you're not coping

The white dragon stares at me
mercyless, asking the next question
I could take your life, but I want to take the hard stuff
I want what you could never give

The white dragon
holds me with his eyes
forces me to dig around my soul
but the truth,

he'll never get

I know the rules
i've played before
pawn to D4
let's do it

it goes fine for a while
but then i blink
and lose a bisshop
my horse walks right into a trap

i can't figure out
how i get here
but my whole life
looks like a mess
i've lost logic
did i have a plan at some point?

king hiding in the last save corner
queen fleeing for a pawn
i can't figure out
what my next move is
how do i deal with all this chaos in my life?