I am myself the best friend of mine I am all to me, no talking back Having tripped myself up I tend to get self-obsessed Me myself, the best friend of mine That's what I am, the good and bad Who am I and what? A confessor and jester too Keep smiling despite of pain Nobody says "How do you do" Perverted fate, eternal trap I am forgetting the colour of my soul I am a clockwork, who's gonna wind me up I used to play a merry song, now gone with time Before I'm ground and melted Sooner or later, yet still I long To play for the last time I do not beg for mercy or condolence It is a chasm The words of pain drown in spirit And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar For the lied-up No hope for ceasefire Smile at me and wish me rest Depression has its positives They're birth pangs of a smile Stab my heart and catch the blood I've reached my hands at the grievous moment Tomorrow is near, hopefully better Hopefully better The words of pain drown in spirit And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar For the lied-up