One second I'm blind, the next I see.
One moment I hate, the next I love.
Though I know this love is not enough.
Every week I'm like: This is it.
He doesn't care, I have to quit.
I'm thinking: He has a girlfriend.
I've got to put this feelings to an end.
The next day... Can't he see,
That he is only hurting me?
He looks at me. It feels like home.
If only now I wouldn't be alone...
Meanwhile I watch my hands bleed,
I imagine you to take my lead,
Loving me the way I do.
Even though it isn't true,
I feel your arms around me,
Your brown eyes are everything I can see.
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