schreiben kann man doch über alles
was einen grad beschäftigt.. aber
meist bleibt nich viel vorzeigbares
übrig
no one takes a look around
no one departs from his way
no one will help you any further
equal what and to who you pray
everyboy plays his own thing
lives his own movie of life
wants to earn an Oscar for it
but at least no one survive
walking down a line of tears
livin' lifes so full of fears
livin' lifes without real living
everybody does his own thing
then you think you found somebody
sharing life and sharing dreams
but this someone will just leave you
and there's nothin' that remains
everyboy plays his own thing
lives his own movie of life
wants to earn an Oscar for it
but at least no one survive
you wake up an early morning
lying with your own in bed
and there's no one sharing all things
like the lives and dreams you had
afer all you recognize,
living for you own was nice
all the things you earned and got
you took everything you could
walking down a line of tears
livin' lifes so full of fears
livin' lifes without real living
everybody does his own thing
but at the day you leave the earth
for ya, all the things lost worth
reduced to a zero value
nothing's there you can take with you
only one thing will remain,
have you lived in love or pain?
walking down a line of tears
livin' lifes so full of fears
livin' lifes without real living
everybody does his own thing
everyboy plays his own thing
lives his own movie of life
wants to earn an Oscar for it
but at least no one survive