Fundgrube der Wirritäten
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Dedicated to a person who, hopefully, knows that this is what we mean ...
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I don't eat, I don't sleep
And all because of you.
I feel lied to
And all because of you.
I only paint bad things
And all because of you.
I can never write anymore
And all because of YOU.
Back then you were there for me
Often stood by me.
I didn't want to, I couldn't
But you stood by me.
If I wanted to end my life
You stood by me
And even when I was mean and mean
You stood by me
But now I don't understand anymore
You are not the old one anymore.
I liked to call you Mäusle, us friends, yes
You are not the old one anymore.
You kept it from me, but I noticed it anyway:
You are not the old one anymore.
Taciturn, sullen, deeply changed,
You are not the old one anymore.
I thought yes you knew me
Know how i am.
I thought you trust me
Know how i am.
Why did you do that to me?
You know how I am.You have kept all that secret from me
What moves you so much.
Carried it for you alone
What moves you so
And in order to hurt me very badly,
What moves you so much.
But still, as much as I cry
I'm not angry.
Just disappointed to my heart
But I'm not angry.
Still mean so much to me
I am not angry.
You didn't mean to burden me
But I can't understand it.
You wanted me to be happy
But I can't understand it.
Because I'm not happy when you suffer
Even if you don't believe it.
I want to help you, stand by you as you do me
Even if you don't believe it.
I want the knowledge that you are better
Even because you don't believe it.
I hope you learn from it
Because I already did.
I hope you think about it
Because I already did.
I hope we trust each other
Because I already did.
And I hope you see
That I had nothing elseThan I say that now
Because damn, I love you!