Wenn das Liebe ist
(I) fell asleep in tears.
(I) woke up in tears again.
(I) have thought about the same
lousy question 2 million times.
I have twisted and turned myself
over the same sh*tty problem.
For you it is ended/over
but I, I, I can see you
I can see you
(I) cannot sleep.
(I) cannot eat.
I can’t understand it.
You have forgotten me,
whereas memories paralyze me.
(I) have fear of the evening ahead
dread of the night before me
because then the same question always
keeps me awake.
Why are you not here?
Why are you not here?
If this is love,
why does it get me about the sleep?
If this is love,
why does it rob me of my strength?
If this is love,
tell me what it does with me?
If this is love,
what, what, what then is hate?
What then is hate?
1000 times
dialed your number
and 1000 times hung-up again
the whole sh*t
told it to no one anyways
who understands really
how I miss you
exactly what causes that
whole other stress
unfortunately I can’t drink so much
that I, that I forget you
that I forget you
