we have touched for the last time
you are long gone, in love with someone else
i now fear nothing but life itself
and I have learned that living is just a slow way to die
i do not believe in life or in love anymore.
the joy I feel are the joys of emptiness
i hate myself for loving you
the fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease
no-one can see the emptiness in my eyes.
to escape life itself now seems the only solution
with relief i look foward of letting go of the pain
finally... there is peace in my soul
to lie dead without a concern , without a tear,
you own my heart
and life without you is so imensly painful
just to think of you, talk about