I knew I had to give it all in
'Cause to fake it would mean to fail
But he didn't know i loved him
And i couldn't tell

If only there was something
That would make me tell him more
But with all my demons right here
I cannot talk

They listen and watch me crying
When no one else is my friend
But they love it and will not help me
'Till i loose myself

Patheticaly fragile
Like an origami
So naive and childlike
The world spinning 'round me

It's spinning way too fast
I cannot win this race
Loosing my breath at last
The ground said hi to my face

he is like a little boy
playing with sticks and stones
he´s affraid he might hurt her joy
but her sorrow will break his bones

she doesnt know what love is
she feels nothing but pure pain
his once happy little heart will
burn in her living raging flame

she can cry herself to sleep
that she made him go away
she can buy a wine so cheap
that her head will hurt all the day

but the boy who played with sticks
little boy who played with stones
will never come back to her
he hates her from head to toes

she burned his heart and couldn´t care
she wasted the smile he had
he hates the way she did her hair
but never knew inside- she was dead