it's been a long time since i hung myself on a bathtab,
i let those sharp edges cut my skin.
ever after i have nothing made up,
on my tongue is the tattoo named 'sin'.
if only something could change.
can i someday look in the mirror
and name all the times on stage?
instead i'm watching the world with terror.
hopelessly it goes on for days,
only a place in prison left for me.
just for once i wanna change my body and face
and leave this empty room now for real.
i'm afraid of not being enough.
looking at those beautiful girls
that i could possibly love.
but i'm left with doubt that kills.
one with love for dance and music
that changed herself for someone else.
one for whom i'm still gaining feelings
that gives my world a perfect sense.
one with the kindest heart,
her smile lights up my world,
one crazy with perfect body
that occupies my head like a storm.
