A boy once told me:
„I'll always be there for you."
But tell me what happend to that always...
The boy once told me:
„I love you."
But boy, did you just deprive yourself of this love?
You promised:
„If you need to talk, I'll be there in ten minutes."
So please come on and speak with me now, 'cause I have a lot to discuss about.
He said:
„when you need to get ******, because you can't handle that **** at all, just call.."
because you exactly knew that feeling.
Boy you were the only one, who ever thought the same way like I did.
You rhymed:
„Let's create some new habits on this ruined planet."
And made me smile with that not exactly rude sentence, but your crude presence.
And oh boy that moment when you told me that I look pretty and I remarked;
„thanks but no, I don't think like this..."
And then you looked at me in a way, that was given me the feeling, that I'm the most wonderful thing in the whole **** universe.
Boy tell me, who are you looking at now?
Please let me know what happens to all of those phrases.
Was that all just about empty words?
And boy confess me how it was possible for you to get rid of me so easily.
I never wanted it to end like this.
I never wanted it to end.
It never was supposed to end.
End.
Isn't that hilarious?
End?

The mirror is my enemy,
its' reflection makes me cry;
For what I see, looking back at me,
is a Monster in disguise.
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I avoid them like the plague,
I'd like to take them down;
'Cause every time, I look inside,
my heart falls to the ground.
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A false view of myself,
is all I ever see;
For every time, I pass one by,
depression visits me.
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I'd like to shatter all of them,
but it wouldn't change a thing;
So I will still avoid them,
I hate everything I see.