Squeeze me with your hand
i was once a friend...

Looking at the mirror
smiling for a while...

Do you really need me?
And do I understand...

Looking at the mirror,
arranging my hair, trying to look good...

He's going round in circles
he is trying to escape...

Come on my friend, be strong, don't cry
That really makes me sad...

I look up at the ceiling
counting the rings round my eyes...

You pushed your fingers into my eyes
And still it felt as if i was in paradise...

Another memory
another tear...

A feeling so strange
a sudden feeling of change...

I leave home, with a forced smile on my face,
even when I'm mentally torn...

Yeah you're so special
special...