You hurt me with your careless insults.
They cut through me like a knife.
Like nails they were driven into my heart and soul.
So I went to live in the woods
to make it easier for me to forget
the hurt, and all the things you said.
You’ve done me wrong
by killing someone I loved.
I play the records you’ve engraved into my mind
over and over again every day.
So I went to live in a country
far away from danger, from harm,
from you and people like you.
I want to cut tighs
with you who criticise me so often
on every single thing I say or do.
I swear, if you could read my mind,
you’d probably criticise or have a problem
with my every thought, my every intention.
Therefore I live my life
aside from yours, away from you …
Feelings, oh feelings!
Who can escape your presence?
Who can pretend as if you never have to be dealt with?
Who can be so foolish to think
that one can go on the run
without carrying you in the heart
until one dares to search
for the place where you were conceived?
I’m lying awake in the middle of the night
with so many things on my mind
all at the same time.
Just like school children talking at once,
hoping to get the teacher’s undivided attention.
Wait children! Wait!
We all have a story,
but everything happened once upon a time,
not twice together!
Like someone in a library scanning books,
looking for something interesting to read,
I scan through the shelves of my mind,
looking for a thought worth focusing on,
and the one about you is the one I retrieve.
You with your blue eyes,
your calm voice,
your traumatised soul …
Is it a sin for me
to want to pull you closer,
just to reassure you:
everything’s gonna be okay,
although I really don’t know for sure.
I want to do to you
exactly as one song says:
tell you sweet little lies
to take the pain away.
But the thing is that you’d know
I’m just lying to make you feel better.
After all, you’re no kid anymore …
I can’t sleep …
I can’t sleep!
You’re on my mind now,
all the time,
and the thought of you
brings many tears to my eyes,
because I hate seeing you like this.
I have insomnia tonight …
I’m wasted … for you …
To my friend and sister in the spirit who lost someone who loved her and whom she loved last Saturday night.
I know your sorrow, because I too can feel it.
I see your pain, and I wish I could heal it.
I know you’ve been sighing, because I’m sighing too.
I know you’ve been crying, because I’m crying with you.
I’ve never been where you are now,
yet I can genuinely carry your burden somehow.
So then, except that you’re in my thoughts and prayers,
I want you to know: there’s someone who cares.
What I have to offer you isn’t all that smart,
but at least, it’s no cliche and it’s meant from my heart …