You have found me, lying on the floor
beaten and bruised, broken inside
naked and tender to touch, in pain
not even crying anymore
Sob or two, a whimper in dream,
that's how much you get from me
in these times...used, abused,
my soul is hiding for a while,
there's nothing on my face,
except twitches of broken smiles.
You put the mirror in front of my face
to see if I breathe...I open my eyes,
finding the similar pair looking at me,
in need...I close them again.
Dark is so much closer to oblivion.
But your touch is mild and gentle
while you call me back...
and all I feel is the urge to somehow
squeeze myself into your embrace
and sleep there, feeling sheltered and safe...
not that it is going to happen,
it's just one more dream.
The figment of my imagination,
a vapor from tears perspiration, you are,
nothing more than my desire...
when I wake up, you are gone in puff of smoke.
I'm still lying on the floor, all alone,
deserted toy, broken inside, pieces missing...
this puppet won't dance for you anymore,
ladies and gentlemen,
strings are cut and we have lost the winding key.