amongst stalactites of heart,
where simply growing's the finest art,
i find it hard to watch relations fall apart


and what's the point in burning out
when there's noone around to blame

when the trampled path 'self pity'
is what's driving you insane.


as i get older some get old
and conversations turn so cold,
i find it so hard to react,

understand and reconnect.

when life decisions became lifelong excuses

and the past remains nothing else to you but bruises
when higher powers gain deeper meaning
you better go and dig them up,

before they occupy your heart
- the reason why things are how they are!


when there's noone left to point at,
will i point fingers at myself?
- stuck in my mind, stuck in reactions,

stuck in boredom and it's attractions
and if this whole life was a closet
full of good times out of trend

then every single doubt about myself
will be waiting on the bottom shelf.


when life decisions gave you lifelong excuses.
excuse me.