return
you don`t want to understand me, no you don’t.
but you cannot understand me, no you don’t.
again and again i come back to where i become...
again and again and again and again...
i come back to where i become sad and sentimental.
back to school i’m so sad, i could howl.
because i know, i don’t belong there anymore, let me return.
and don’t ask what i’m doing right now.
treat me as if i would belong to this.
i know anyway that i have missed the best time of my life.
so at least let me sink into this sadness.
to be free in the moment of deepest sadness
doesn’t mean to be free, but to have
found something that gives me complete fulfilment deep inside.
skating in the breakhall.
treat me as if i would belong to this.
i know anyway that i have missed the best time of my life.
so at least let me sink into this sadness.
when my heart is broken and i’m in a really bad way,
i have reached this state of uniqueness which – when i realize it
as that kind of thing – abates again and isn’t tangible anymore.