This is my life

So this is the life they talk about
this is what I couldn't live without.
This is what grown-ups tend to do.
But it's not me, and it's not you.

These four walls feel like a prison
instead of paradise I couldnt wait to live in,
so I just drink myself to sleep again
how did I strand here in the end?

It's getting hard to keep myself
from losing all the treasures on my shelf
to something I can't seem to find
I'm going crazy time by time

'Cause all the dreams in life are gone
and turned to nightmares all alone.
They hit me right between the eyes
So, this is my life...

Here or there

My body is curled in a U-shape,
I put on my best but I'm still afraid,
propped up by lies and promises,
saving my place as life forgets...

I want to live with my family
then I leave them for your obscurity
One week I just want to go home
the next day I take flight and roam

Please tell me I can have it all,
that I'm not heading for a fall...
Maybe it's time I opened my eyes
to my fantasies and lies...

You don't think I'd see this through?
So tell me what I'm gonna do
cause I'm still too tired to care
if I am really here or there...

Too tired to care

Here I am, existing in limbo,
lost within the myth and placebo,
and don't really mind if I just fade
and throw my life all away.

Following nothing but suit and directions,
I crawl up inside for protection,
doing what I must without knowing why
just living on from lie to lie...

I feel that I will have to go
but which way, I just don't know..
Sometimes this life, it just ain't fair
but I am much too tired to care...

Dying

I can't breathe when I'm with you
but leaving is nothing I could do.
If either way can't make me feel well...
Just tell me what will I do in hell?

There's nothing left they can do to me
no torture ever worse to be.
Cause we've been through it over again
the love, the fire, the doubt, the pain.

Darling, I'll stay, don't get me wrong,
don't even wanna think about moving on.
It's just that I finally can see it clear:
Dying is all we're doing here...

Wind

Fragen, Fragen, Fragen
Ich kann erst in ein paar Tagen.
Doch davor, da muss ich noch...
Mist, da ist es schon, das Loch.

Du verwöhntes kleines Ding!
So ist's mit Kind und Ehering!
Andre rennen auch nicht weg,
werfen sich jammernd in den Dreck.

Andre stellen sich der Pflicht,
ausbrechen, das gibt es nicht.
Lerne endlich, erwachsen zu sein,
ersticke die Zweifel bereits im Keim!

In mir schreits: "Was ist it mir?"
"Ich, ich gehe unter hier!"
Mein Geist ist noch ein tanzendes Kind,
das atmen kann nur mit dem Wind.

"Sieh her, ich bin erwachsen und stark."
sagte die Seele bevor sie starb.
und damit dies nicht mein Schicksal sei
lass mich gehen, lass mich frei...

Fly on by

All my life I knew
the things I need are few.
Just a place that I call home,
a shelter from a world of stone.
A lover free and wild
and the soft touch of my child.

Our four walls do give this to me
at least most of the time to be...
...but they hurt me like prison walls
everytime the north wind calls.

Am I crazy, what can I do?
A stupid thing to give in to...
But pain, it grows in every way,
the more I know I have to stay.
And drained of all action, still I lie
'till the north wind flies on by...