*who's me, and who's you
you made your decision
before we know the truth
i wish you shared it earlier
doubts and broken feelings
but now it's too late to push
maybe it's better like this
maybe this or maybe that
but maybe the maybe is me
the silent lake inside of this body
numb
indecisive
unstable
depressed
shit has been there for a long time
long enough to say goodbye?
i'd understand it, i'd serve
after a past you don't deserve
i wish you all the best
particularly happiness
i wish you'd have caused my silent waters
i'm just afraid it's not and i lost
my inner voice, in earlier days
the vibration of the forgotten lake
now i don't know where to look
maybe changing situations
but maybe, maybe it's you
because what i crave is to feel
love
passion
satisfied
invincible
i wish for so many things
people have no idea, they don't see
the lost and wasted energy
dried-up water in the desert
now analyse all of my feelings
let others tell me what to do
when the answer is simple
the world just doesn't work like that
like my imagination, golden visions
i thought i have no fantasy
who knows i have too much?
to get sad, not standing above it
well my heart can cry out loud
because of this cold hard place
where's addiction for the lost
and money for the wicked
i don't speak or read, but still feel it all
tell me how to ignore and avoid that
shit, then i can only accept the fall
but i will never close my eyes
my passion to growl is too big
just like the world is too big
to change my tearing feelings
and feels too huge to accept
powerlessness
helplessness
hateful
opressers
maybe i'm here for a reason then
not to get bitter like them
not to become a walked over
forgotten ego or addict
gonna try to find the focus
the eye of the storm, right
they say a little ego is good
but it's also a challenge
not to let this ego grow
because of rejection or money
your religion or age
to obtain status or power
the world is a sad place
a Capricorn can just not give up
even not if none wants her, to be (there)
even not if it has to feel the load every day
it would feel as betrayal itself
and who's me, who's you
it doesn't even matter because
"you cannot change what you are
only what you do."*