sometimes I cry
I don't know why
there is something I miss
I can't really explain what it is
and one of these things I miss
is my freedom
the life how a human being have to live
bastards hurt your soul
they take it for themselves
they want it all
there is always somebody "above" you
who hinders you to do whatever you want to
a life without worries, shouldn't that be brilliant?
but f***k sh**t it's just a f***king dream
a world where nobody is poor?
a world with choices?
a world with love?
a world with piece?
we can't live together
it is a feary tale
sometimes it is nice to lose oneself in the world of fantasy to leave the f***king worries behind
sometimes life is better when you are sleeping