Deutsch, fürwahr, ist die Dichtersprache nicht mein,
deswegen versuchs ich's mit Englisch, wie fein..

stupid, weak little hero

Your look hits me like a cold shower,
crawling up my neck, absorbing my power.
You try to speak normal, but I hear what's behind,
it's your reproach, I am not blind.
But after all that time of killing my soul,
you've succeeded, there's only left a hole,
a dark, mean und hungry place,
hungry for love, honor and grace.
Maybe you can close your eyes,
strenghen your heart with hidden supplies,
but I can see what drove us there,
I must feel the pain because you don't care.
Easily you ask someone simply to stay,
I don't ask for it, I pray.
Pray that somebody hear what I miss,
I don't need a person like you, I need a kiss.
Just one honest kiss to resurrect the way I feel,
to regain my courage and allow my soul to heal.
By desperating my soul you've done a big mistake,
you've lost the opportunity to earn love and not fake,
maybe it was not really your fault,
how could it be with your smile as bright as gold...
But now it is my decision, it is too late,
don't try to hold me, I will not aid.
Maybe this will be the last time I see your tears,
it is a shame that I won't be there to distract your fears,
but I won't be the hero beside your sleep,
even if I'm searching for someone, something to keep,
you won't be my one to be protected,
even if I'm the one who's infected,
infected by a love which should make me fly,
but I'm grounded in the dark, please don't let me die...

Und ja, dieses Gekrippsel ist von mir,
deswegen fühl' ich so, jetzt und hier.
In das Gespräch mit Sumpfdrache kann ich micht nicht einmischen,
deswegen bleibt mir nur eins, mich leise zu verzischen