When you said on the phone that you love this woman... it hurt in a strange way. That’s when I knew that you never felt that way about me. Yes, in the beginning, you were also somewhat interested in me... But often I didn’t feel taken seriously. I couldn’t have offered you what she offers you, not even in the slightest. Now it’s as if I was really a nice, little distraction. A pointless torment over such a long time... for what? In fact, I often felt out of place. In the future, I will keep my distance. In the future I will keep away from you. For me, love is a lie that one wants to believe in under certain circumstances. You don’t know me. You are much too cold for me. It’s hard to get inside me. A romantic idealist who is always sad and very unhappy, especially now. That’s what I am. I am ruined by this everyday relationship that so many people want. I explained that to you. I will come to my senses again and not serve my heart, the rest of me, to anyone on a silver platter. In the end, they will taste me, chew on me for a while... and then spit me out. That’s how it feels with you. These lines are not meant to burden you. They are more like a kind of inner monologue. I am still awake. I don’t have any inner peace and I am agitated. I never thought that would happen. Last time we met I did not feel my heart Beside you Outside myself The champagne and the red wine must have been the same price a whore would cost out the lonely street You said it´s been a nice below job I tried to smile the emptiness away Which still gives bitterness to my Inner loneliness We are still strangers on the way To poisoned love Nowhere to find peace No place to feel yourself For reality got lost In the vicious circle of Sweet little lies