Every day, every night you're stuck in your role
You haven't noticed it, but it is in control
of you and of the thoughts you have
at least almost
because sometimes you get the feeling you're missing out on something
But what, you'd rather not know
because you don't want to miss something
that doesn't fit into a world
in which only being cool and tough count.
That's the game.
But what's the goal?
Where is the point,
where do you want to go
with your question marks
that don't reach you
because you always have to be tough
you always have to be strong
you can't show weakness
you always have to live greatness.
You follow your goals,
no time for feelings
You always have to know what you want
because only then you count.
It is what it is
but if you're honest
admit it, sometimes you've missed it.
But big boys don't cry, because that's embarrassing
And if they do, they do it secretly
Big boys wage wars
celebrate their victories
Would rather freeze to death
than loose their face
because everyone wants to be the stronger one
everyone's fighting for himself
They couldn't forgive themselves their losses
because who loses doesn't fit into this word
It's about power, it's about money
It's about telling the others
"I always have an answer, whatever the question"
You are bigger than yourself
Because you pretend you're something you're not
Becaue you keep it to yourself
wenn you torture yourself with your thoughts
that don't fit into your schema
you begin to hate yourself
You'd rather leave weaknesses to the others
Because you have your goals,
no time for feelings
You always have to know what you want
because only then you count.
It is what it is
but if you're honest
admit it, sometimes you've missed it.
But big boys don't cry, because that's embarrassing
And if they do, they do it secretly