Isolated in a small mountain range
This is my hideout, my saving shore
This is where I grew up way before
Nothing here ever seems to change

Hills and valleys taking their turn
Meadows and creeks filling them out
A wonderful scenery there is no doubt
Laying in grass without concern

A small mountain range
Hidden inside the heart of Germany
A name most have never heard certainly
It's too little to be known, how strange

It's quite pretty here
A place where the air is still pure
Silence and nature, a stressed minds cure
A perfect place to disappear

It's been three years
There is no doubt
Our stressed mind clears
Love is running out

I loved you dear
I really did
But now I fear
Come here and sit

Lets talk about how it was
And talk about what it will be
What has been the cause
That came between you and me

I can't be with you, I'm unable to stay
Pretending there's love is becoming too hard
Day by day
We're drifting apart

Now that you know
How I truly feel
We should let go
And let time pass to heal

I want to thank you
For all the love you gave
There is nothing that I could do
I will treasure this time and keep it safe

It takes time to find the right words
Conceiving them so they may blossom
A construct of words, a piece of art
The perfectionist hidden inside a poets heart

Though impatient he is
Eager to find the most beautiful words
He's rushing it, he's writing too fast
A bad poem he wrote, he's seeing aghast

The impatient poet retries again
A simple relapse it won't happen once more
As he's rushing, he didn't learn from the past
Poetry needs time, he noticed at last

Naive all along
Darkness announcing the night
Mistakes have been made

Je ne sais pas...
C'est une phrase brutale

The feeling of morals and values dwindling
Step by step
As the minutes go by
My mind working strenuous
Trying to forget the past
Decisions I've made
Lose significance
Suppressed by decisions as bad
Maybe worse
Trapped into a facade of being perfect
The need of breaking out
Showing off the
Abysses deep within my soul
Not able to patch that hole
No love in this world
Seems to be strong enough
Stop forcing me to be perfect
I'm not, neither do I want to be
When the night begins
I leave my perfect mask at home
Two sides within the same soul
Two sides of the same coin
Tonight the dark is taking over
Beware...