glaubt an mich, weil ich an nichts glaube

 
I know that things are broken
I know there’s too many words left unsaid
You say you have spoken, like the coward I am, I hang my head
You lay careless, your head on my chest
And don’t even look at me looking my best
And all these things I can’t describe, you would rather I didn’t try

But please, don’t cry you liar

Kommentare:

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.