You don’t lay your eyes at me, when we pass each other.
I don’t know why I count on it.
It makes me disappointed. And it tires me out.
I feel obsessed and desperate.
I hate it,
and it scares me.
I’m desperately reaching out for love,
but nobody takes my hand.
Nobody walks by my side with eyes and soul filled with love.
I’m angry.
I see the pictures,
I hear about the love.
But I don’t feel it.

Your eyes are dark blue and mysterious like the oceans deepest bottom. Towards the light we walk with our skin shining with confidence and love.
But your soul tore my body apart, so only my lost soul wandered around. My love for you was tender but strong.
You were my best and my worst.

I miss him.
I know that's a common sentence.
But I really do.
His scent.
His eyes.
His heartbeat.
His warmth.
His hands on my body.
His smile.
It's hard for me to think of him now.
How he's become one with earth.
And how I'll never be able to see him as one again.
Only as the little pieces I remember him as.

You tell me it can't hurt. But you know not. That even when things doesn't happen, it hurts anyway.
The pain exist, even when the thing causing it doesn't.
But I pretend. I pretend everything is okay.
And the thought of that being the only thing I can do, scares me to death.

I'm running through the rain,
through the city,
through the night,
through the ghosts in the cemetery,
through the pain and the feelings
And while I run,
I realise, that the wind messes up my hair and the rain messes up my makeup,
just like you mess up me.

I've been holding back without a reason why.
I want to lose my control and you to be by my side.
Only you can make me better. I want to be real with you.
But you don't notice me. Standing there near you.
You only lay your eyes on the other girls.
I'm just a fading shadow in your eyes. Only you can change the way you look at me.
But the waiting kills my soul.