Yeah.
We are free, we lost us in the discovering.
Yes I know, I didn't have an ear for you all the time, maybe I was too young,
but you should know,
that I don't hope for a last kiss anymore.
And it can even be that I was too dumb,
you wanted a friend who holds you.
I never fit in this type and of course,
i do feel sorry now,
i believe i'm still yours.
Because not even one (girl) came close to you,
I didn't get a hold of anyone.
Our hearts are still beating, yet sadly apart.
I stay alone, because you are still a part.
Don't listen to what they say,
time doesn't heal some wounds.
You just get used to it.
To love me was just a deadly fight for you.
But i find it okay,
if only there wasn't your smile on your picture/portrait.
Cause you don't know, what your words do to me,
I read your WhatsApp-Status every goddamn day, stare at your profile picture like i'm dazed.
Do you ask yourself too If you ever could love like this again?
I know, you just want to vomit, when you see me like that.
I still sit at home, in front of your whatsapp profile picture.
Can it go from "online" to "typing"?
I think, you'll never return home.
We are free, we lost track while running, our love (thesedays) is dead like Immanuel Kant .
and it can be, that it is my fault,
but you can be sure that i'll never ask you for a last kiss,
cause I got it, i'll grow old without you.
The memories are catching me up.
Maybe I was too unfair and cold
and somehow naive, to think, me and you were the same.
I hurt you and often too deep,
until you realised that you loved a fool
yet (you) still forgave,
all of my outrages ,
but someday even the strongest won't have strength anymore.
You'll get used to it.
To love me was just a deadly fight for you.
But i find it okay,
if only there wasn't your smile on your picture/portrait.
Cause you don't know, what your words do to me,
I read your WhatsApp-Status every goddamn day, stare at your profile picture like i'm dazed.
Do you ask yourself too If you ever could love like this again?
I know, you just want to vomit, when you see me like that.
I still sit at home, in front of your whatsapp profile picture.
Can it go from "online" to "typing"?
I think, you'll never return home.
Cause you don't know, what your words do to me,
I read your WhatsApp-Status every goddamn day, stare at your profile picture like i'm dazed.
Do you ask yourself too If you ever could love like this again?
I know, you just want to vomit, when you see me like that.
I still sit at home, in front of your whatsapp profile picture.
Can it go from "online" to "typing"?
I think, you'll never return home.