Sonntag, 15. November 2015

Mittwoch, 11. November 2015

Enno.



I woke up in a dream today
to the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor
forgot all about yesterday
remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
a little taste of hipocrisy

when things go wrong I pretend the past isn’t real
now I'm trapped in this memory 

and I'm left in the wake of the mistake, slow to react
even though you're so close to me
you're still so distant and I can't bring you back

even if you're not with me
I'm with you