i could’ve asked if it was worth it to stay
but i didn’t
because i already knew the answer

“yes, yes, 10000 times yes” i can hear you say
“because you make me complete”
and i do
but that isn’t enough

“yes because you know you love me”
and that’s the problem
because i don’t love you like i love the ground
i love you like i love the sky

and you love me because i stay
so i leave
and let’s see if the ground is there anymore

i give out my daggers
i give out my pens
but nobody asks how
and nobody asks when i-

i try out my feelings
be a little bit deceiving
and no one sees how i’ve changed
and no one asks when i-

i write the letters
i send out my stamps
but nobody dares ask me how i’ve been

nobody dares to ask when i come home
because how is there a home when it’s just a room and nobody’s there

how is it a life that matters when nobody cares
how do i get happiness when i give out all my shares
and they just don’t care