Blind date with a blind map,
oh Lord, where are my fingers running?
Are they again seeking out your heart?
For your body remains invisible
on uncharted lands
as your absence taking shape.
Godspeed with the Hand of Fate,
while mapping on the surface of this paper
for guiding me safe waters,
watching out the tides
while leaving nowhere
I reach you ashore,
"Geborgenheit" is the word;
safe & sound.

I thought I'd never write again,
And yet here i am..
Going through the same pain,
*******.

I feel soo lonely, the way I was once used to of..
For those happy days, its supposed to be a pay-off..
Am that lonely toy, nobody wants to own,
Am that orphan child, nobody knows is gone..
Am that cry baby, that cries despite her age,
Once for grades, then for beauty, then for better wage..

But nobody hears me,
Nobody cares for me..

Even my so called lover jilted me at the altar.
Thought that happens only in the movies,
But my life's example isn't very far..


He wanted a beautiful bride, for his pride..
From me all he wanted was ***.
5 years, used me, and moved on to the next.

I could very well be an idiot,
Still wanting and begging him to come back,
Am planning to book the church again,
And request people to be dressed in black.