I loose myself in sorrow.
I loose myself in pain.
I loose myself in loneliness.
I choose a life like this.
And it feels like home
A golden rain will wash away.
The armies that clash inside my head.
So, see what is left of me.
Nothing but a scar.
And it feels like home
I will try to sing a happy song. But my words are gone.
I’m not shure if I asked you to stay.
The aftertaste of pain in the back of my mouth.
As I hit the ground.
Sometimes I am so happy.
Sometimes I am so sad.
Like a drowning fly in the honey.
Greeting with a last bright smile.
© Michael Weisshaupt, 2009
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