To Madeleine

You took me out of my bed
And let me remember the dreams I never had
But today it is gonna change, this time...

A hand in a heart, a letter from goodbye
A poem to celebrate my secret past
It’s time to face all my fears...this time...

I've lived my life with the shadows, in the attic of my soul
But it's time to run till the streets, it's time pick up the road
I need to escape from someone I loved, my feelings are on the ground
Oh, please, I'm gonna miss you, no, you don’t get me wrong

I never want to be this one, I never want to have secrets going round
I never want to believe it, I have no choices, my time is running out
I never want to be a genius, I never wanted to face who I am
I never want to believe it, but now I need to find my way
Back HOME

No one look at me, it’s my time to go
It’s not probably not gonna be my day
Now I just carry you on with me, my only friend
I hear the echoes from my innocence
I really believe that I´m different
What kind of depressive boy
Am I?
This time...

It's time to break up the window, and to fly away from the cookoo´s nest
It's time to reach out the freedom and a way to this another word at last
I need to escape from someone I loved, my feelings are on the ground
Oh, please, I'm gonna miss you, no, you don’t get me wrong

I never want to be this one, I never want to have secrets going round
I never want to believe it, I have no choices, my time is going down
I never want to be a genius, I never want to face who I am
I never want to believe it, but now I need to find my way
back HOME