We used to talk a lot And it was going fine It’s not like you were mine But it was all I got  We’re barely talking now And I can’t

I trust you with my happiness I trust you with my pain My company means less and less There’s nothing here to gain  I know, sometimes I need a

Sich an den kleinen Schritten freu’n wird immer propagiert Sich selbst das Scheitern zu verzeih’n, ich hab es oft probiert Ich lebe mit der Dunkelheit und Leere

I’ve repaired More than one broken woman For the next guy to enjoy Like a toy Come to life Like a token Freshly mended and prepared And I’m scared That the fruits of

I know those faces on the billboards aren’t real And that their perfect skin is owed to PhotoShop That there’s a crew behind that makes

I fucked a clown It wasn’t fun He soon was done When I went down I fucked a clown Sucked his balloon It popped too

Why did we even part? I can’t remember The ways you broke my heart Or was it me? And did you leave in June Or

If you’re another complication Turn around and leave my sight Spare me your appreciation I don’t need another fight If you’re another cause for worry

A weight in my chest joins the one in my belly I sit and digest what I’ve heard, dull and smelly I’ll pick myself up

Ich hab mit dir mein letztes Hemd verschwitzt Mit keinem sonst wollt ichs riskier’n Wollt nicht, dass du nur schweigsam bei mir sitzt Bin nicht