...
the lost things something we lost on a way there and over
we must have known
there is always someone  missing us

I just wanted to find the real life
don´t be angry with me I was dying
now on for the time being
I need some rest
life is empty it doesn´t say a word to me
it bores me , drags me to death , the feeling

the feeling, a lost one I love 
and where are you
where do you live
what do you do
still everyone´s high-spirit-like?
still fun?
and cool?

no it is cold
I have never felt so alone..
so empty so insecure...