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.
It makes me moan,
When you do it harder.
It makes a song,
When we do it faster.
It turns you on,
When I push you against a wall.
It makes me pretty,
When we do it all night long.
I want to go with the wind,
feel the fresh air on my skin,
catch a bus and go somewhere new.
See new faces and streets,
know where the wild sun sets
and watch it with you.
I need a remedy for this constant need
for pleasure and attention.
Maybe I can be my own remedy
If I drench myself in luxury.
But for now I’d like to feel you inside me
for as long as it needs to be.
Through a storm made by peace
Don’t know how long it’ll be until I’m at ease.
Once again we are fading.
Will we find each other in the rain?
Or will it only bring more pain?
Once upon a time I thought we were made to rhyme.
But now I just think we’re out of time.
I don’t want this.
I want us to find bliss together
and make it last forever.
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.