It's not interesting, what you're telling me here
or what I'm telling you here
It's not interesting , whether you torment me any longer
or whether I torment you any longer
It was nice for us both, but it's over now
Everything has no more point
Sometimes before, I would have roses with me
These days I bring only dirt
I know for sure
You think you're very clever
But the CD's in your cupboard
Make me slowly sick
I know for sure, what you want now
I know for sure, what you feel now
But you know, I think
I'm not giving you any leaving present
So it can happen
You will not see me cry
You will never see me cry
You can go
It's not interesting, that I should move out
I was never here at home anyhow
Find your own level
It lies somewhere in the loo
in your head is a 'lila pause' (chocolate bar)
When you think, that you make me sick
Because you give your life away
Then I (must be) the wrong address
Sure – it's true
As I saw you with him
I had the feeling
I'd been punched in the face