Your eyes hurt
he shakes off his cigarette
you know how this will end
He imbides your story
even more greedily
when your world is dark
he's doing perfectly
that's why you share your sorrows
he smiles silently
and when you lick your tears
he yawns and he says
Well, the truth is
that extremely unhappy
is the one who isn't loved
by anyone, by anyone
bad for you, unhappy
is it that hard
weird that you aren't loved
by anyone, by anyone
not anyone at all
how pathetic
Your eyes hurt
he shakes off his cigarette
you know how this will end
He teases you and persecutes
with his mockery
but he's still the only one
who can make you feel
he will stay for long
you wish he would stay longer
oh, how ashamed you were
when he said for the first time
Well, the truth is...
And when he's somewhere, when he's gone
you are filled with fear and numbness
if the wishes would be true, they would be beautiful
now they show all your mistakes
Well, the truth is...