
Young love-
does not coincide with suicide.
Brown eyes,
how can I tell you lies?
I’m fine,
everything will be alright.
I’ll take care of things
by running in the night.
This empty darkness
makes my feelings go numb.
From knowing
there is another
lonely one.
This wind chills me
to the very bone.
Thinking of you,
feeling all alone.
Suddenly I think,
“Why must I die?”
Truthfully I answer,
“I don’t know why.”
A stranger keeps me
from the cold.
I talk of life,
of death,
so bold.
The inner desire
to live is great.
I cry to young love,
“You’ve come too late!”
I shatter the ice
like glass on the lake.
I did not succeed.
Am I thought of as fake?
I see the next rise of the sun.
Still, there is another
lonely one.
Life is to be given new chances.
With young love
a life of romances.
Young love,
lonely one,
goodbye.

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