How much do you love to arrange realities
like your wardrobe1that you won't open for strangers
how much do you love to tell your friends that you have it all
look at the numbers going up
and at night alone under the blanket
you imagine that it will happen for you like in the movies
and in the meantime a few years will pass and you will create much make believe
when you are happy, you have it all
it will be OK or better than OK
all the time smiles and putting on airs2
What do you want?
what do you need?
you do not know anymore...
there is no day for you
there is nothing
and you are losing you mind
what do you want?
what do you need?
and you again run away...
to whom, to what?
so you spin rotations, rotations, rotations
mix combinations, combinations, combinations (x2)
All your life you search
what ever makes you "good" you wear
play with the current "ideal"
and it changes every day, don't you get it
why aren't you happy?
i am not missing anything you say
all the time smiles and putting on airs
What do you want?
what do you need?
you do not know anymore...
there is no day for you
there is nothing
and you are losing you mind
what do you want?
what do you need?
and you again run away...
to whom, to what?
so you spin rotations, rotations, rotations
mix combinations, combinations, combinations (x2)
1. closet than holds clothing2. pretending to be happy, important, successful, etc.