| My last walk along the roadway | |
| And the pavements grey | |
| Knowing I've been here times before | |
| I feel it in my deepest core | |
| Now I know there's something wrong with me | |
| But how should I try to flee | |
| The fragile man, the broken | |
| They all are me | |
| An interplay of time | |
| I dare not ask for bliss | |
| I dare not beg a smile | |
| I'd rather die for having this | |
| And I might grow proud the while | |
| These are my last words | |
| A piece of broken glass | |
| I am still bleeding | |
| Unchain myself at last | |
| How senseless are my wishes, yet how great! | |
| All my life shall be drowned | |
| Drowned in one endless childish day | |
| Can't you see there's no answer anymore | |
| So let me decay | |
| I dare not ask for bliss | |
| I dare not beg a smile | |
| I'd rather die for having this | |
| And I might grow proud the while | |
| These are my last words | |
| A piece of broken glass | |
| I am still bleeding | |
| Unchain my heart at last | |
| How senseless are my wishes, yet how great! | |
| All my life shall be drowned | |
| Drowned in one endless childish day | |
| Can't you see there's no answer anymore | |
| So let me decay | |
| I know there's something wrong with me | |
| But how should I try to flee | |
| The fragile clown, the children | |
| They all are me | |
| An interplay of light | |
| Through my glass window shines the evening sun | |
| I don't leave in remorse - the good not done, | |
| My love not given, time torn off unused | |
| The courage was mine | |
| You know for all your faults I'm passing out | |
| To merge serenity on higher clouds | |
| I hear the noise of waters far below | |
| Please let me go | |
| My days run and I'm drifting away | |
| Rest far away from me on my last day | |
| This kind of feelings I know | |
| A new beginning? | |
| I walk on, as if out of my own old life, | |
| As if escaping again into a younger me, | |
| The same me? | |
| I'm unsure. | |
| Seasons change with my confidence... | |
| And there are ways on all sides, | |
| But how shall I turn? | |
| Will I be fallen for the same? | |
| I'm so unsure. | |
| And if I were to turn down to the past, | |
| Would I see her? | |
| And if I were to turn down to the past, | |
| Would she know me? | |
| And if I were to turn quickly enough, | |
| Would I save her? | |
| And if I were to turn quickly enough, | |
| Would I exist again? | |
| This time I know what I am going to be | |
| A traveller, lost in a recurring spiral | |
| Of my own existence | |
| (nothing more terrible, nothing more true) | |
| My days run and | |
| My mind blanks at the glare | |
| My pulse as strong as wind | |
| That curls the flood | |
| Strange how the rain falls | |
| Falls on my hands, my face, my neck | |
| I see myself in mud, | |
| A naked child | |
| All appears new, | |
| Strange at the first but also free | |
| Point zero has already been | |
| Passed before to be | |
| I hear lake water | |
| Lapping with low sounds by the shore | |
| All night I hear them flowing | |
| So I must go |
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