The glance at the door,
when evening comes
Because I know once again how every time
what happens then.
I hear the Clock
ticking.
It does not stop
It does not cease to hurt.
And then he stands here,
next to me,
Clenched fist
with all might
Alone I cannot get out of here!
Take me with you
because you can,
if you want, it's only a small step.
Don't you hear,
how I cry out?
Cry out for your help!
You're sitting next to me yet!
I cry out as loud as I can!
I go to the door
when the morning comes,
That the tears and the pain blur
like every time
The question about
from which the bruise
this one I hide
for this ideal world,
that is no longer mine.
Do not go past
Do not look away!
Imagine
you are me
And alone you can't get out of here anymore
Take me with you...