When you awaken in the morning, you
cleans the teeth you intended,
annoyed with a few annoying pimples on your
sweet nose, go into the
kitchen to make you and your little sister
school bread, for you please without sausage,
drink, read the newspaper, go
out of the house, probably take your bike and
Fäh to the station, put a few determined
sleepy students on their eating,
and meet your lovely friends, laughing and looking forward you
with them because they love you, and you love it
.
If you wake up in the morning, what do you think
then? I have no idea because I have
you never asked, and you would nue
with me talking about it.
If you stand in the breaks at the other,
them laugh and times you lie down, laugh it
about you, but not because they gleefully
, but because they love you. You go often
past me without noticing me, and I look
behind you, while I my lungs
rape. Then you go to class, we see
us and exchanged a few words, but you know
not know what you should talk to me, and I just want you
only view. In class
I listen, as you listen and you are bored, and
then I will tell you any shit, just because I like to
would speak with you - just talk, listen
your voice, your attention getting
No Mo RIGHTS. After school, we say goodbye
often not - I think it's unnecessary, because it hurts.
I'm damn jealous of those who
go with you to your city, which you then 'goodbye'
may say, get your loving gaze.
What do you think when you go home again?
I have no idea, your thoughts laid
versiegeld under the curls, as the corpse wind
under the green roof of the sunniest deepest forest.
What do you think when you take your loved one in the arm? could
I was so happy for you that I draw. When the waves
the name written in the sand washed into the sea
, what have you been thinking? And that seems
Yesterday a story to be, but you never talk over yesterday, or the
of today - not so with me, probably it should be. But you do not see that I
burn slowly, why do you not understand that I may TRACE
nowhere, I will weaker every time.
Every morning I think I'm gonna say anything,
and every night I want to die because I have a word too much said, but
a word would be a word too much. That I look at you
, will be there for you, but your ignorance is
me a bit too much, I feel so ready, because I will
can not leave them alone, I should damal do in summer,
but I was again too weak, then I will die,
think not about to you, I hate you for it
you exist, that I must see you every day. Your sadness.
Seems as though if I would not give more, you were
a little bit happier. But your life has nothing to do with me
, I find no place for me in it because it
none. Maybe you can print it otherwise, perhaps one should say
simply nothing, but you can understand, then,
that I can not do without you? I can not bear to see you
and understand that I do not purely belong to your life
. But perhaps you would be happier if
would give me for you. And I hope that if it
micht no more, that you still can remember me.
If you read it, do not call me, I do not say a word,
forget me and ... Please be happy, but I burn. Verbally. .
