When will the sleepless nights finally end?
All these moments in which I just pretend,
that I'm doing perfectly fine on my own,
that I'm still a Queen who still got her crown.
When in reality all that I see
is endless struggles being the death of me,
is you cold-heartedly walking away,
'cause nothing I offered was enough to stay.
Can't close my eyes, can't get no rest,
asking the devil why I'm so obsessed
with you in my life, you in my heart,
when bitter destiny tore us apart.
I know I need to stop holding on
to everything we've said and we've done,
to all the lovely things that we had
only then I'll find peace within this bed.
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Poesia"Lyrik ist die Sprache des denkenden Herzens" - Silvana E. Schneider "Poetry is the language of the thinking heart" - Silvana E. Schneider
