Take your hands off me,
I am not your property.
It's not by keeping me under control
That you will ever understand me
Because, even on my own,
I can tell my whereabouts yet
You might even not believe it,
I think this is not love
Can it be just imagination?
Won't really anything happen for the time being?
Would it all be a waste of time?
Are we really able to make it all through?
O-o-o-o-o-o-o
We will be lost among monsters,
That we have created by ourselves
There will be whole sleepless nights,
Perhaps, due to our fear of darkness
We will stay awake,
Thinking about a solution
What is all this selfishness for?
Don't let our hearts be destroyed
Arguments. What for?
When none of the two has the intention.
Who's going to protect us?
Are we really destined
To pay off
Every silly extra mistake (that we made)?
You and me