you smile and lie
and i would have to lie
if somebody asks me if it hurts
guess
this is just the normal game of you and I

If I would hear your Songs
could I find myself in them?
My soul or only my warm Body?
If I would watch u sleep
Could I observe nightmares about us?
If I would Kiss your Lips and ask you if you don't feel anything at all
Would you be honest?
If I would ask you how you feel?
Could you tell me everything is ok?
Like always?
If I would ask you if u love me
Would you say anything at all?

I have been the bright one at partys
the funny one in groups
the cute one for boys
the wild one
but nowadays
i am more and more losing myself in the rain
and its like my tears about him
wash away
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f...

i am starting to feel this ****** kind of numbness
like even the persons who make me laugh the most dont even trigger the slightest feeling
like all energy just got ****** out of my body by a small dwarf
and he just took my laugh my speech my love and ran away
please
please
give me back my feelings

Y
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E
You pressed the repeat button
by crushing our lips together
Y
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E

There used to be a bottle on the wall.
It was very green.
I'm sure it was the loneliest green bottle
that I had ever seen
It used to sit on the wall
all day and all night
And every day, when I looked out of the window,
it was always in my line of sight
Then one day, a cat came along.
Something was going to happen; I could tell
The cat then accidentally nudged it
and off the wall, it fell
When it had fallen off the wall
it had dropped with a very loud sound.
There were all these little pieces of the green bottle
all over the ground
Then the cat yelped
and I knew it had gotten hurt
I could quite obviously see its paws were caked in
blood and dirt
The bottle wasn't harmful in the beginning
it did not look the slightest bit treacherous
but after a nudge in the wrong direction
it became very dangerous
Now I look back at you smiling
next to me on the big armchair
Your fingers running through your soft locks of hair.
You remind me a lot
of that green bottle.
In the beginning, you were harmless
you were all sorts of fun.
Now you hurt me.
Could you tell me why
as I don't quite know what I've done

I should have stayed on my side of the sidewalk
It was calm and nice there and everything went in the right direction
But
You were on the other side
And we already tell little kids
To not cross the street without looking
But
The infinite Idea of -us- hit me like a truck
And I didn't even arrive at your side