Franceska

Im waiting for your last phone call
But I guess, it will never come at all
A lot of time passed by
And I wonder why you did not smile

Sometimes I think Im at the end
You make me feel so weak again
I thought Id never see the end
When I saw you again well,
I guess I cant pretend

Shell never be back

Last time I saw you
You asked me to stay
I my mind you may want me to go away
Im not superman, I dont have my licence
As sore as my mind
Why dont you enjoy my life