You want to see me reaching hell.
You want to see me touching heaven’s clouds.
But somehow you don’t want me to see you.
And you will probably never let me see what form will the images in your head convert into.
I’ll always leave you that tiny little hole to look through.
In case you really want to see what’s wrong with me.
That doesn’t seem you’ll always see the purpose of my smile.
‘Cause „smile” isn’t the right word for happiness.
I have never seen a battle field.
Although I’ve been in a war with myself many times before.
I’m not easy to be pleased.
That doesn’t mean I’ve got huge expectations.
And I hate bad surprises.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like to be surprised in a good way.
I don’t need being impressed by greatness.
It’s always the little things that matter.
And still… I sometimes hope for fairy tales to come true.
‘Cause hope brings vision and vision brings ambitions.
Concluding in a childish way that there’s a chance for „Dreams come true”.
Anyway, if you see me smile, smile back. It might make me really happy.
And if I’m sad and down in the dumps just remember me it’s easier to cry out.
Much more easier than griping rage.
So what if sun always comes after rain?
I sometimes like the feelling of the rain on my skin.
Being afraid of tunders doesn’t mean water will melt me.
And I always like to think there’s a treasure at the end of each rainbow.
‘Cause I wish there’s a good thing in everything.
‘Cause I don’t wish to reach failure.
Sometimes I just need to sing along…
Just because I’m losing, doesn’t mean I’m lost…
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop…
Doesn’t mean I’m across…
Doesn’t mean I’ll be gone forever.