THE MORNING AFTER

A new chapter.
I feel like I´m reading
the same one again and again.
The morning after
you´re somebody else
I can see that you have to pretend.
I feel embarrassed,
like I am not good enough,
I don´t come close to your heart.
No longer matters
that yesterday we were together
now we are apart.
A brand new feeling
hit´s me in the back
I believe I am falling to deep.
My eye´s revealing
that something is seriously wrong.
I don´t eat - I don´t sleep.

You sweet pretender.
I gave you my heart on a silver plate
once and for all.
It´s what you stand for.
I walked up the hill with
you - pushed me and man did I fall.
Like hell I miss you.
I gave up the search for a replacement,
there´s no one at all.
The hell I went through.
I´m still standing up -
I will never get over this fall.

Why can´t you love me?
Why won´t you allow me to rest
in your arms one more night?
You stand above me
pointing your finger in judgement,
you turned of the light.


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