Silhouette

Ich weiß nicht warum ich das schreibe.

This is my last stand. The last chance, for all of us, the two of us.

This is our Silhouette Palette, this is what we got.

You think you finally got out of my mind, well, you’re still where you belong.

And you know, how to hide your thoughts, you’re the silhouette of my heart, and your eyes remind me of my own made up light-bulb universe.

These are the words I owe you, the words my heart forced me to write, the words I couldn’t keep in.

Was immer du bist, was immer du je warst, Ich weiß genau was du sein wirst.

Wenn ich es jetzt nicht schreibe, zerbreche ich, wenn ich es jetzt nicht schreibe, wird alles an was ich denke nurnoch Schein sein, denn letztendlich ist es nur ein Gedanke.

My memory is fading. I see nothing but the black piece of coal, you placed at the spot where my heart belongs.

Ill be right here. Forever. Waiting for you to regret.

Your last kiss was worth more than thousand words. While I sit on the roof of my neighbours car, everything spins.