I'm not good at being alone
Thoughts comes and hunts me
I'm getting miserable
Depression and selfharm

I'm not good at being social
Do they even want me around?
Just staying silence
Angst all over

I'm afraid of myself
How can it be?
Why can't I just relax
And be with my friends?

Who can teach me to live?
Teach me to do spontanious things!
Maybe I'm not build that way
I will never get free.

Why do I have to wake up
Feeling like this?
Why do I have to wish
That everything was different?
Why do I have to cry
Every single day?
Why can't I just
make myself happy again?

Why are these thoughts hunting me
Why do they have to tear me apart
Why am I letting them do it?

Like the sun is rising the light,
Like the moon is glowing in the dark,
I can feel it
London is calling me.

I feel it in my heart,
London is where I'm going

The lights will repair my soul
The streets will be my friend

London is where I'm going to be happy again

Like the sun is rising the dark,
Like the moon is glowing in the dark,
I can feel it
London is the *place

Here I am again
On my bed
Looking at the ceiling
Wondering
Thinking
Crying

Thoughts about my life
Thoughts about myself
Thoughts about sadness

Controlled by thoughts
All hate and anger
Wishing I could escape

Here I am again
On my bed
At midnight
*Crying

Those nights you're not here
leaves my bed half full
leaves the pillows untouched
leaves me missing you

Those nights you're here
makes the room full
makes the blankets warm
makes me loving you

Those nights
with or without you
are alle nights
where I think about *you