Your tears are like shattered glass in the moonlight
As you stand in front of me because everything crushes down
Because you have awaken from your morphine dream
With a maniacal smile
You are swallowing razor blades to keep on dreaming
You're ashamed for what you're feeling
But you shouldn't.
If people only spoke about depression as they do about a flu,
You wouldn't feel the way you do.
Your self destruction will end in your death
Well, actually everything does
But you can't wait till then
"Loving you was like loving the death."
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PuisiMelancholie und Euphorie, Tiefpunkte und Höhenflug, Misanthropie und Philanthropie, Egoismus und Altruismus, zwischen Wahn und Sinn.
