Poor, poor, pitiful me
no place to hide from destiny.

I try to keep my fingers crossed
against all odds, out in the frost.

Operation: death postponed,
feared my visions that I owned.

Hold me tighter in the rain,
so I couldn’t feel the pain

of the lovestruck, bad as hell
don’t cry if I say: farewell.

It’s my doomsday, I admit,
come inside and take a seat

listen how my heart can talk
take my hand, let’s have a walk

here I am, don’t look any further
frustrated clouds planning my murder.

They are evil in disguise
but I know tomorrow never dies.

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