I look at the skylines at night,
is there a way to ditch this place?
As the citylights horrifyingly imitate the stars,
I've been thinking on leaving earth!
After having everything
I still didn't find what I was looking for
Maybe nothing is meant to be
maybe I'm holding to much faith in chance
I'm not very good at games
so why don't tell me when it ends
Our hands are useless when it comes to fate
Our grip on handling times is like trying to hold on the air
A oneway ticket to out of space
in search for new hope
And I'll carve out the sentence 'I never was here' on my bedroom wall
And it will be followed with 'Thank you for everything, you were the warmth in the cold! '
I never really was here
you were the warmth the cold
thank you for everything
I'll carve your name out on an other body in the sky
between stars and constellations that symbolizes happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem