Head full of songs, more then I can give to bands so I started recording with my living room studio. Try to put my symfonic rock background into a pop format
Did I show too much respect
too much patience?
You love me, that’s a fact
What made you feel tense?
What did I do wrong
What have I done
Where did I go wrong?
And I can’t run
I feel my old stigma
my ugliness
My lack of charisma
“No” a dodgy “yes”
Did I love you too much
What didn’t I pick up
Did I help you too much
What made you stop
Chorus
Seems I lost you
But I cannot loose me
Was I ever with you?
Fuck! I’ll always have me
What does he do different
To make you feel save?
The way that I can’t
What is his brain wave?
Your feelings are the same
But no walls, no blockade
I see a free flame
Open heart, open gate
Chorus
Don’t want to blow in anger for a silent call
Don't want to linger in a victim role
Don’t want to lose… values, so me
Cannot choose… not to be me
