You pull on your cigarette
You smoke again much too much
You cry again in competition
For a long moment a liberating feeling
The time stands still and the clouds are not over
Just a small tip, when you are on the ground then stand before
the bottom becomes the top
You are sitting in the carousel and you will get dizzy
It turns so fast
The tears fly from your face
You look for support and don't find any, and then you crash
And when you are on the ground, then stand up before the bottom becomes the top
You long for yesterday
You want back that man
But then you try to forget
And give yourself again another time
Time stands still and the clouds are not over
Just a small tip...
Just imagine that down is up