Frank

Frank was a boy, he was blessed with faithfull toys

taking his time as a playful child.
convincend of values his parents taught,
convinced of blooming days around


they told him not, how life really works.
how ugly, unfair it can be.

he had to learn it all by himself,
it might be better if we wait and see.


some milestones further in a lonesome room,
Frank overthinks passing years.
ain't no happy with any of 'em,

so many chances missed and messed up.

the death of members in the family,

the need of closeness to a girl,
making him sad, making him bad
making him everything, he sure never wanted to be.


Hold him close!
Then fix this lovely boy,

he's losing by and by.
Lick his wounds
and taste the ache, the hate

of seasons in the night.
from bad to worse
the breath of luck,

collides with the inner curse.
Something you should know,
it hurts to let you go!


His heart beats for the one he can't get,
So he think, and beats it fast.

Regret again, and again, and again.
Frank timetravels in the past.


But suddenly a Rose appears,
and shows everything she got.
Blown away, Frank wants her to stay,

and indeed she really does!

No one ever gave him just one chance,

so he doubts what eyes tell Frank.
He's getting into it and she perfectly fits,
the covered heat flows right through!


currently he's not longer alone
and thinks about that...

From now on he can moan and growin'
into new Frank likes it like that!


Hold him close!
Then fix this lovely boy,
he's losing by and by.

Lick his wounds
and taste the ache, the hate
of seasons in the night.

from bad to worse
the breath of luck,
collides with the inner curse.

Something you should know,
it hurts to let you go!