Schlagwörter
Anderssein, Emanzipation, Englisch, Gedicht, Gefühle, Herz, Inneres, Lügen, Leben, Leere, Lyrik, Mensch, Schmerz, Wut
It won’t mean a thing
if I close my eyes
They will still sing
those stupid lies
And it don’t mean a thing
if I give them my heart
They tear it apart
Ruthless men all over the place
I’m so tired of fighting all day
Having to hold my way
for every little thing
I’m no little toy for the bored
I don’t sell myself for the comforts of life
But my sermons fall on deaf ears
Guess who rules the world?
It won’t mean a thing
if I close my eyes
They will still sing
those stupid lies
And it don’t mean a thing
if I give them my heart
They tear it apart
I won’t throw myself away on them
Nevermore
It won’t mean a thing
‚cause they still sing
And it won’t mean a thing
if I give them my heart
They tear it apart
They tear it
apart
eins1ist1alles sagte:
Der Tor der ich bin
Der Narr der ich war
Schöner Film