Could I trust you with my thoughts Or would you use them all against me Can you replace my eyes for yours And see what I really look like I could help you criticize
Looking for a sense of relation Where do people want me to be? I can´t help but cry on vacation Dressed to un-impress easily Losing sight again I´ll go ahead and give your eyes back now
You grow up, gone So what´s the point of connecting to anyone? Is a relationship bought or is it won?
Are the things I think are important Simply just distractions from death? All of my ideas turn to content They can be conceived ´til they´re read Lost my words again It doesn´t matter
´Cause you wouldn´t understand
Love in teens and life in the twenties Nothing much to look forward to I can´t help but cry on vacation Is this the way to exit my youth? Oh
Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what´s the matter with me? Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what´s the matter with me?