I lost the distance to my own, thumb through the pages I never wanted to see. my own storyline tells me the essence of a matured heart, wishes whisepred, a distress call when all I am belong to is just your open arms. please stop please don`t I am stocked In the middle of Berlin, another street in a restlees night. rain keeps Falling on midnight moon. trickles trough my head, knocking, beating, silent screaming through the night. Your face Is everywhere, And then I say ( And we say ) „I can‘t stand another change, I won‘t change another time. “I guess i feel the same. I won‘t feel anything at all. And when I say: „Honestly i never wanted this, [bad word] i never belong to feel this again. But it stabs to deep into my heart. the wall isn't thick enough. Once this tragedy [bad word] my live “I am still here restless and alone, too far gone from the roads to find the way. To long these charade lasts on my track. But it stabs. I won‘t give up on this, I know we can get on this, it could be so cool, this ... and this could be ... this could be ours. it will never last. darling, this will never last. Dear i know this is all known to you, to close these tales for you, Melting letters on our end. Whats left is a blank page!