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geschrieben am: 14.12.2003 um 14:24 Uhr
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Your big brown eyes look red,
Tired, like for days awake.
Your face is looking so sad.
But I donÂ’t want you to forsake.
I donÂ’t want to see this despair,
And feel it in every word you say.
For me, itÂ’s like a cruel nightmare
That I canÂ’t help you in any way.
I tried so hard to come near you,
And I will always go on,
But thereÂ’s no chance to help you out of the blue,
‘cause you closed your mind for everyone.
Your big brown eyes are wide, and so hazy,
Looking helpless out of your pale face.
ItÂ’s so hard and it makes me going crazy
And make me feel so endless base.
Please stop to hit my hope
with this despondent look in your eyes!
ItÂ’s going to lace my throat
And makes my heart feel like ice.
ItÂ’s really killing me inside
That all your hope and gladness is gone.
And all that I want is to hide,
Because I canÂ’t stand it and hold on.
Your big brown eyes look much grave,
So I doubt that it ever again will be good.
And in my head I feel an endless crave
To run away; but I will be standing, where I ever stood;
Here, near you, by your weak side.
Holding your hands; they shake.
And your big brown eyes are still wide.
And the pain inside of you will never take a break.
The memories of then donÂ’t want to desert your head.
Your good feelings they still suppress.
The memories are just to bad
To leave some space for happiness.
My fallen hero, I wish, I could help you up,
Change your mind and bring you back to life.
But the suffering, which took place, will never stop
Until its aim to kill your soul is arrived.
It will stand near beside you.
And whisper in your ear.
Just believe me; I will, too,
But thereÂ’s something that I fear,
And IÂ’m shaking, when I think about;
I Suppose, its voice will be more insistent than mine,
I suppose, it will be much more loud,
So I canÂ’t help you, for the rest of my time.
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