Demi-deuil

I'm standing here
Alone

Facing the crowd
Try to figure out
What you don't seem to catch

All these years telling you how I feel
And it always seems like you still don't read my lips

Don't you understand everything is true
Every word of my songs
Every word

Each and every word I wrote was a part of me
A piece of my heart
A piece of my bleeding flesh

This little voice you heard so many times
Did you even try to read between the lines

It's not only about pain, tears, sadness
The real world and death
The bright and the darkness
A warm place and a cold grave
The wood of my last bed
And the steel that keeps me cold
The green of living trees
The grey of my ashes
The sound of a loud joy
The silence of this boy
Who's been dead for a long time
The sweetness of a loving home
The roughness of mine
A heart full of love
How empty theirs was …