Why do you have to do this to me, fate?
Pushing me through the worst of all hells everyday?
Luring me with poor little compensations?
That I get afterwards - uncertain - when it´s all done?

So why am I doing this?
What is the strength behind?
When sometimes I can´t even breathe?
Let alone standing tall
It´s nearly impossible!
But somehow I do ...

I wonder where I would be now if I weren´t  aware of you?
´Cause I would´ve never guessed that I could ever get that close
To the girl that I am facing in the mirror today
Still I keep reasoning with me about what is the real source

So why am I doing this?
What is the strength behind?
When sometimes I can´t even breathe?
Let alone standing tall
It´s nearly impossible!
But somehow I do ...

Somehow I do

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