if you could see it
from my point of view
you could maybe understand
why i‘m like that

i rather say nothing than having to face the reality

how far can i go for people to realize that i‘m actually a **** person

i‘m tired or healing a soul i didn‘t break.

and in the second you took your steps out of the room
the feelings of guilt came in like a stomping bear
my music changed from sunshine to melancholy
and my mind went from the waves of an ocean to the thunder of a storm

my legs are weak like a feader

my heart is beating like a woodpecker

my mind is racing like a rollercoaster

and in between of that

am i

somewhere

how did my evenings turn into darkness again?

like a sunflower lowers its head after sunset

am i getting bad again?