Where do you go when you feel broken,
After all the words have been spoken...
Why live your life worried about public opinion?
You have your own opinions...
The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair...
What does the bottom feel like?
It feels like a shoe or tyre...
The Germans say: Warum nicht?
Why not...
We are slaves to money.
Why can't we wake up to think about only...
Rumours do not scare me.
When I know somthing is false...
Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...
I still hear you-
The space that lies between my heart...
In life there is training
With the paths that we make...
Depression is waking up every morning,
Going to your workplace to chat and laugh...
An itch can only be scratch deep,
Until it becomes a tugging phantom...