I wish I could tell you that I'm gonna save you
I wish I could tell you that everything is gonna be alright
and that you don't have to gift yourself to anyone's arms

but I can't
and maybe you have to

I guess that you have to walk those streets
those dark street corners
and wrap yourself into those motels' bedsheets
and get disgusted by their showers' floors

I guess that that love that you don't have
you will look for in many other hearts
some of them rotten
some of them sick
some of them ****** up like mine

I only wish
that your heart doesn't get rotten and doesn't get sick

because inbetweeen those streets
and the bedsheets of that motel
maybe I saw in your eyes
my reflection
the image of that defenseless someone
wanting to be free
and to be happy

and it makes me sad having to flee
but I can't be close to you

not because I think something bad about you;
I couldn't do so because doing it would be
thinking bad of myself
and I have learned to live after so much
and to forgive myself

but becuse I have to protect myself
that defenseless someone has learned with scars
and now is afraid to die
and wants to be happy
and wants to be free

forgive me please

thank you for the little love you gave me
and good luck when you keep looking
hopefully not in way too many other hearts