I need some breathing space
In my head, in my soul.

Sometimes, I think.
But it's never my decision.

Yesterday,
I will forget about tomorrow.

There are so many things,
About which there is nothing to tell.

The situation is difficult,
But only you can make it desperate.

It might seem difficult,
But it's impossible.

A ****** motivation might be suspicious,
But at least it is reliable.

I'm a lot of things,
Wait, I have a list.

What do we have today
To sigh about together?

Crowds are coming,
To get your attention and to get away with it.

- So, now you think. How does it feel?
- I don't know, ask someone from Canada!
- Why from Canada?
- To change the topic.

Under the sun,
Even the most incredible people
Have only one shadow.

I don't know why,
But I keep smiling,
Maybe it's too much sun.

Saint Valentine
Is happy, is fine,
Because you're mine.

Second thoughts,
First doubts,
No ideas.

I like your spectacles,
I love your smile,
It's all in style.

The situation is difficult,
We are still gathering information
To know exactly, why it is best to do nothing.

It was boring, at times it was tough,
But you helped me with my stuff,
And I thank you.

Our days must begin and then end. Other than that, we are free to fill them with any ******* we care about and give that ******* any noble or funny or weird name we want. Furthermore, we are allowed to sincerely believe in all that and to have happy lives all along. But we don't.

My life is a living hell
In a dead paradise,
I'm looking up in falling down.

I am stuck, you see, I am stuck,
In the middle of a stupid attack,
And I am waiting.

A very hot shower,
Very cold thoughts,
A vapour off the walls,
The chill of final conclusions,
That's how a galaxy is born.

Something new is something old with a time stamp on it.
Sometimes this stamp is covered with a dust of millennia or even some ancient galaxies, but it's always there to be found.
There is nothing new, but us.

In this world,
Friends and enemies are about a right timing or a bad timing,
Or because there wasn't time at all.

In a desert,
Every road
Is a road
Out of the desert.

It is sad,
And sometimes it is mad,
When the colour of hope is red.

We never know what we're doing,
We only see what we've done,
With a vague feeling of what to do.

It's funny to discover sometimes, that I still have feelings - different ones, by that. I mean, not reactions, but feelings. They are not from here, not from this level of reality, where myself isn't quite at home. Thus I am pulled towards their point of origin, probably my soul.

You've got me smiling,
You've got me laughing,
You've got me living,
Please go on.

There's too much screaming,
There is not enough silence,
And the silence is spooky.

I have a deep understanding of my shallowness,
I have an inarticulated desire to express myself.

Calm down, sit down,
But don't be down,
And the things will look up.

It's not my nature
To be myself.

The most stupid day of my life
Is usually today.

I wish I could
To have a mood,
And that the mood
Be good.

Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening
Too many times.

Your dark desires
Are the light of my days.

I'll do whatever you want,
As long as you don't really want it.

I am looking troubled,
Being the trouble.

Strange rooms,
Weird people,
Normal office hours.

There's nothing to worry about,
So you're saying, and repeating it loud,
Until I'm freaking out.

Daily, perhaps even twice,
I am still looking,
And sometimes, I am looking nice.

I stood up and went home,
Only there was no home,
So I didn't really go home,
But still, I stood up.

To be,
To have,
To be had?

The question is always "What do you want?",
But the answer? The answer...
We never know.

As I always say,
Sometimes, it's never.

My body is a bewildered host,
My soul is staying in home office,
The door is closed,
The key lost.

What took you so long?
What's left of you now?

One heart has one place
But millions states.

To be soft and suffering
Is sometimes the best way to get through.

How to think back,
How to think back to the beginning,
Erasing all the thoughts along the way?

I've had enough
Of too much.

You see,
It's not visible.

Well, I thought for a bit.
It was quite hurting.

Too many people don't think,
Too many people don't understand,
And a huge amount of people wrongly think, that they understand.