balkon gegenüber

drauflosgeschrieben. beschreibt irgendwie nicht wirklich meine stimmung.

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there’s something like “i love you”,
written on some stupid wall.
it’s not the way you felt,
and it’s not the way i do.

this is neither beginning,
nor the end.
this is something in between
and i can’t pretend

that this wasn’t love,
this isn’t hate.
maybe this is friendship
but i guess it’s too late

to tell you how i felt,
tell me how you felt,
tell me how i’d feel,
tell me this isn’t real

you’d never understand,
you’d never believe.
i already banned
this damn little thief.

it’s like a thousand words
i couldn’t say,
like ten thousand words
you wouldn’t believe.

it’s twice as hard
to say what you feel
when nobody’s there
who thinks it’s real.

someway, it’s ironic.
someway, it’s sad.
someway, it’s over.
and someway, it’s dead.