You Are Not a Thing..
If I could count the times life has passed me by
If I could tell you all the things I have felt inside
If I could show you an image of all that you stole
If I could show you my shivers, my cold, sorry soul
I imagine you would still not stand by my side
I imagine you would still leave me to die
I imagine your face and the feelings inside
As you still slowly run, far away to hide
So tell me one thing, and I will surley not dwell
On the past that is gone, nowhere to be found
Tell me why I chose you, tell me why I can't hate
The choices you followed, the fate that you made
Tell me why in my misery, tell me why in my pain
I am stuck in reality, so close to my grave.
Tell me how you can stand, tell me how you can walk
While I imprison my hope and burn solid the lock
After all I have said, after all I have done,
I will lie on the island and think you will come
Because I needed you then, because I need you now
The choice on one thing, will be you, that I vow
So I will shout, so I will scream
So at the top of lungs I will sing
After all, to me, you are not just a thing..
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