Non-metaphorical Lyrics

Sometimes i feel that thing inside my Head

And its just makes me wish that i was Dead

What would be a miracle

If I could at least for once in life

Forget that all and feel real high

Through a point wich is critical

They come alone sometimes they Come in pairs

I don't think anybody cares

How that is broken

They taste like cherry taste like Blood

Or like nobody could have thought

But couldn't get over them

This is still happening

Thats hell or thats haven

In a present time?

Whats worse and whats better

Does that even matter?

It makes me smile

I can control sometimes i really cant

Comes like a flow so freaking grand

But still keeps its masking

Its not like i dont want to have a Chat

I'd like to know who's asking that

Who's the one that is asking

Inside of those pathetic games of Mind Im always getting into fight

I know i will never win

There might be some other man

Or its just me who's going ham

There is no way to get over him

This is still happening

Thats hell or thats haven

In a present time?

What's worse and whats better

Does that even matter?

It makes me smile