Tell me, is it nice
to play with me?
To see how I break
and how I kneel?


Is it wrong
I care for you?


I thought I would never have to say such things
but it really hurts to know you laugh behind my back
is there need to hide all your smiles for me,
and only with me, cry about all those things you lack?


Is it strange
I feel for you?


When I look inside I find the anger, the dissapointment
but it doesn’t stop me in my search for the warmth in you
once I noticed, once I felt, I just can’t forget
and I really don’t want to too.


Behind my eyes there’s still the dream
we once made of no one’s land
and it’s weird but it still makes me dream
’cause I know that dream is one you understand


You don’t understand how I long for you,
to be wrapped in you once more
feel your breath stroking underneath my skin
but it’s really a painful sore


I just don’t blame you,
and I also don’t have need to
‘cause in my eyes you’re still the one
that protected me from being ‘gone’.