Want to start something new
Without looking backward in a few
But all I see, is your face in front of me, in front of me
Even every crumb smells like you
Need your shoulder to cry on to
The lesions won’t ever cure
Feeling that breathless kind of insecure
I’ve been told, I’ve been told to get you off my mind
But I hope I won’t lose the marks you left behind
In my soul, in my face and even in my mind
Keep them like a gift already defined
There must be something like a back door
Where I can hide my mind and run for
There must be something like a back door
Otherwise this status makes me pay for
Like a hand which catches you still while falling
Don’t deserve these senses calling
Need to get you off my mind
If not – I won’t stand these thoughts combined
I’ve been told, I’ve been told to get you off my mind
But I hope I won’t lose the marks you left behind
In my soul, in my face and even in my mind
Keep them like a gift already defined
There must be something like a back door
Where I can hide my mind and run for
There must be something like a back door
Otherwise this status makes me pay for
Even though I won’t explain
Sorrow doesn’t even feel the same
Always trying to listen
To hear your voice one last time, one last time
There must be something like a back door
Where I can hide my mind and run for
There must be something like a back door
Otherwise this status makes me pay for [2x]
© Yann Sterling