i'm standing here, beneath the falling, cold snow
on my hair, it's glistening, like the tears on my cheek
i let you come this near, i let my feelings show
but i don't think you're even listening, by now my voice has gotten weak
from all the shouting out to you
will i ever get through
through to you heart?
you say that loving is pain
and that fucking ist art
but without soul
a paintings just stain after stain
whole, yes
but lifeless and plain
i know you shiver when i moan
you know i quiver when you groan
i want to have you for my own
why can't i have you for my own?
i wanted too much, now you're gone
you told me loving is pain and fucking is art
yet your fucking got me hurt and you also fucked my heart