Did you ever found yourself on the ferge of crying again?
When you thought that all the rain has disappeared and
all the wine-stains where washed out of your clothing again?
My present is haunted my black ghosts out of the past
And I feel like I am being pulled backwards
I am trying to be openminded but there are judgements all over
I am desperatly trying to get better
But maybe I am to broken
and maybe I have already sunken to the bottom of opportunities of happiness
I contain all of this sadness and dozens of scars
And I can not hide any longer, healing takes time
