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Hab ich irgendwann mal geschrieben...
He stayed awake all night long,
Listening to his favorite song,
But he can’t take it anymore,
His soul already lost the war…
Outside he hears the sound of rain,
But there’s nobody who knows his pain…
He will leave this world with a single trace,
So he stands up and walks to his secret place…
While he walks and thinks about that fateful day,
The rain washes his tears and hopes away…
Then suddenly he’s there,
Thinkin’ about the people who would care,
Thinkin’ about the people who said he won’t dare…
But that doesn’t mean much to him,
He already decided to die in sin…
Out of his pocket he takes his phone,
Makes one last call; calls his love at home,
He leaves her a message behind
And cuts the ties that bind…
Then he falls down on his knees,
Thinkin’ about all his memories…
Always asking ‘Why’
He looks up to the sky,
Taking his gun right to his head,
Knowing at the count of three he will be dead…
One… Two… Three…
Nothing more to figure,
His finger pulls the trigger…
His love hears the sound,
While his body hits the ground…
He never stopped the call,
Now she’s the one to fall…
All day she didn’t feel right,
So she was awake that night…
Suddenly she heard her telephone ring,
But she knew who it was and didn’t do a thing…
She listened to what he said,
Confused, she realized it in her head…
She wanted to keep him from doing this,
But he gave her already his last kiss…
She was too late,
She couldn’t change his fate…
While she lies on the floor,
His soul is going to open the last door…
Now there’s no more rain to hear,
No more words to say,
She cries a single tear,
He has chosen his way…