I get lost in all the traffic of my heart
my feelings simply don´t know where to start
all existing words have come to an end
the message of my hearts has already been sent
The desperate begging to turn back time makes no more sense
and thus I became a master of my own luck defense
The wall of loathe gets more bricks aside
forgetting there once existed a way inside
painted in colors with pictures of me
they build it up as they want me to see
I searched years for my personal sound
but I never found my echo around
The voice you hear is telling you a lie
Even if I want, I could never give it a try
my hands never slightly touched the blue sky
no more questions of asking me why
No wondering, wishing, just pure acceptance
Feels like I already missed my last chance
Once I was an ambitious lover with ideas full of passion
but times are changing and now I don´t even feel compassion
There is only one thing that still bothers my mind
what was it that caused this mess in any kind
But still, no matter which way I might follow
there´s nothing to do about my sorrow
