freedom is a funny thing
we fight,
for the right to choose
but never understand the responsibility –
that choice may bring

one door you say,
one door closing,
is another one opening
i feel so alone without you
with you i might be coping

this life,
which we find ourselves in
i only got burnt,
because we shared a dream

another faceless face in the question
and this week,
well i feel barely alive
what am i to do
who believes in you?

i watched you last night
problems bringing you down
it is just a bad phase
i was not a good friend
not as good as i should have been

she cries into her evening meal
i cry for how i feel
i cry at the expense
i cry for the bill

what i thought i felt
had already started to melt
dreams not made of velvet
but scraps of felt

i feel different now
older, younger, kind of mixed up
but i have really changed
i feel as if i have been gone for a long time
longer than these few weeks