Facts are clear
When fate batters you
One can do nothing,
But hope for better time [bad word] And for things to take their way again
Like the river returns to its course.
Yet theres still more,
You will realize how lucky a man can be
Not to be alone,
To count on somebody in those moments
When your feel like you´re nothing,
When you just seem a detail
Of something much [bad word] 
Of something difficult for one self to understand.
You cant hide, but lie there deep
In your mind.
That´s why you can´t waste miles,
Cause you expect more of that all
Can´t waste your precious time
On that existential [bad word] On the things that will put you down
That will leave you weaker and weaker.
Like that fall of 99,
When everything looked Grey,
As if you had a filter on your retina
When some sort of color got into your life.