Yeah
They say, that life is easy, when there's someone to hold onto
But I'm not in a lotus position. I've started remembering my father
When I glance myself from a mirror, pitch-black stars stare back
In my heartaches have sought comfort in the flask, if I could, I'd return back in time
Everyone knows my Cinderella story and that I'm this genre's king
A little by little my business too and that I've always put music before a gal
And life is easy when there's someone to hold onto
You don't have to go to sleep to cry yourself into dreams
And life is from day to day ridicule of strangers for you too
From day to day the restless Cinderella makes herself1 a martyr
The night's colour lights are a celebration for everyone Candles are lit and fun is had
This dude spends to stimulants again, sings and search for the peace of mind
The lights don't shine to the face of the hero. The night darkens and people leave away
I'd give more from myself, aa, as there'd still be more time too
I wouldn't want to go to sleep, there awaits only a miserable tomorrow
Loneliness begins to call my name, guess that's where this endless drinking comes
And life is easy when there's someone to hold onto
You don't have to go to sleep to cry yourself into dreams
And life is from day to day ridicule of strangers for you too
From day to day the restless Cinderella makes herself a martyr
1. or himself