You turn me on and off
Just how u like it
U take my hands and numb them
U take my voice and mute it
U take my laugh and turn it into a smirk
And i let u do all this
Cause i am more and more becoming
your little marionette

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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You pressed the repeat button
by crushing our lips together
Y
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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