Streets of Pain
it was so fine
it´s over now
i don´t know how
loosin´ the best friend
have nothin´in your hand
is very cruel
but it´s the truth
don´t think all about
forget- helps you through your pain
thinkin´ nothin´ at all
cures the pain in your soul
forget- everything what has been
rest me in pain
it never will be the same
i know i´m hard to take
but you shaked
your head and said:
it´s not so ba
Way Away
Line of people to pass you by
Posing sympathy with its whitewash eyes
With the ladies feigning their mourning cries
And the men shaking hands:
Weigh away
Way away
All the pictures in your mind
As you're passed the thousandth time
Thousandth photograph
Listen to sympathetic lies
As their reasons change under mourning guise
With the gentlemen feigning sorrowed sighs
And drinking champagne:
Weigh away
Way away
As all the people pass and pose
You hold back the tears
And hold onto memories
Small talk hangs like a dirty cloud
Saying nothing real but deafening loud
An urge to run away from the crowd
And mourn all alone:
Make a promise to no-one
Wondering if you'd been worthwhile
Turn away from the chatter
And the hungry smiles