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hast du manchmal Angst
Angst zu genieĂen?
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@lyrikala
sag, bist du einer von uns?
bist du einer von vielen?
hast du manchmal Angst
Angst zu genieĂen?
ich will doch einfach nur unendlichkeit
oder dich mal wieder sehân
Iâm sorry if I hurt you, the pain was meant for me
and the scars of tomorrow are getting easier to see.Â
keiner weiĂ, was mit ihr passiert denn ihr lĂ€cheln ist so warm, auch wenn sie innerlich erfriert
the city is holding you
the way that i wanted to
she screams âtonight I wanna be like youâ
dancing in the light to forget the abuse
her memory stained by the songs on replay
nacht nur fĂŒr uns,
vergiss die zeit
wir trÀumen von unendlichkeit
âcause itâs tough to be a dreamer when they donât come true
nothing seems to happen and you canât break through
feel like your blossoming is overdue and you realize no oneâs gonna give the world to you
the dreams are notâtheâsameâfor me
standing byâthe shore while youâreâon the open sea
We look up at the stars and they are not there. We see the memory of when they were, once upon a time. And that too is more than enough.
Jack Gilbert
Warum fĂŒhlt es sich so schwer an, wenn wir nichts mehr sagen?
Warum können wir nicht reden, nach so vielen Jahren?
I'm afraid of all I am
my mind feels like a foreign land
I see a lot of colours, onlyâ feelingâ blue
love me now but not tomorrow fill me up but leave me hollow
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.
Sylvia Plath
I was born to run, I don't belong to anyone,Â
I don't need to be loved by you.