Buebchen

I used to be a little boy
So glad
In my world

Now I’m still a little boy
Killing the me
What else can I do

See me with this smile
Screaming through these eyes
I will not learn

Give to me
That little boy
His love
Would brighten
All my blue

Ancient is this little boy
Knowing the lies
Within your truth

Feel the cold
Within the life
Of this murdered boy

Could I be a better man
Take the boy
By shaking hand

Somewhere in the killers mind
Lurks the one I left behind
Battered and bleeding

Take the knife out of my mind
All these words
I can’t hear me screaming

I used to be a little boy
Though I can’t remember dreaming

Used to be a little boy
All I understood was clinging

Used to be a little boy
I’m stuck in me

No more hope for little boy

We’re bleeding

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