They all tell me the same:
“I can’t”, “I’m not for you”,
All the bullshit that they pull,
Just to get a taste of girl perfume.
If I’m pretty and fantastic,
If everything is simple and merry,
What kind of magic does it take
for it not to feel so plastic?
Look at me now,
Wrecked, twisted and smashed.
Take a good look,
And while you kiss her pretty lips,
Choke on the promises
I was willing to keep.
But why is it always me climbing mountains,
Sweating, bleeding and falling,
While you always walk on flat surfaces?
Steady smart but dumb.
Take another look.
I got the attention and I got the pleasure
To forget your face,
And go to another place.
I do not have the time,
I will not waste sunshine,
To think about when you were mine.
Rain might fall,
Thunder might scream,
But my eyes are dry
And your name does not bang in my mind.
Never did since skies turned gray.
And I do not think about you…
Only when I am frail.