I am tired - of trying to be something I am not
All the fire - inside of me is false
I became a liar - ´cause my truth is kept behind
Of what I am required - to be, just me
Once upon a time there was someone
Whose story was known by many
And admired - even though - by a few
In a very short time everything
They thought one day be just fell apart
And their entire path drowned in misery
Resting now in their heart - death took over
Guided their existence to an aimless routine
Destroyed their dreams and deepest aspirations
Transformed their humble way of living their life
In a boastful and vain proud of nothingness
Darkness took place of its beautiful heart´s garden
Loneliness occupied its time with despair
Anger fulfilled its mind with hateful judgement
Absolute emptiness is now its rule of life
Surrounded by silence - annoyed by its content
Looking at their life - this someone is now no one, or just me
And everything all started with a broken heart - a creep...
