life is dull. life is grey.
at its best, it's just okay.
but I'm happy to report:
life is also short.
'you only hurt the one you love' -
that much is true;
but better said, you only hurt
the one who loves you...
hollow hopes and empty dreams
and blind pursuit of worthless schemes
that's all there is to life, it seems,
unless you prove me wrong.
you can be so heartless -
I can be heartless too.
we can wound each other
isn't that what people do?
how can we betray when there's nothing to betray?
we can throw it all away
if there's nothing there anyway.
nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
they say 'hold on to your dreams!'
that plays good on TV
but never worked for me.
so now I need to find a way to occupy my time
until the day I die...
'cause I give up.
Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You'd be sitting somewhere here with me...
Late last night I saw you in my living room
You seemed so close but yet so cold
For a long time I thought that
You'd be coming back to me
Those kind of thoughts can be so cruel
Life takes from us the things we love
And robs us of the special ones
And puts them high where we can't climb
And we only miss them all the time...
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