To Madeleine

You took me out of my bed
And let me remember the dreams I never had
But today it is gonna change, this time...

A hand in a heart, a letter from goodbye
A poem to celebrate my secret past
It’s time to face all my fears...this time...

I've lived my life with the shadows, in the attic of my 
soul
But it's time to run till the streets, it's time pick up 
the road
I need to escape from someone I loved, my feelings are on 
the ground
Oh, please, I'm gonna miss you, no, you don’t get me wrong

I never want to be this one, I never want to have secrets 
going round
I never want to believe it, I have no choices, my time is 
running out
I never want to be a genius, I never wanted to face who I 
am
I never want to believe it, but now I need to find my way
Back HOME

No one look at me, it’s my time to go
It’s not probably not gonna be my day
Now I just carry you on with me, my only friend
I hear the echoes from my innocence
I really believe that I´m different
What kind of depressive boy
Am I?
This time...

It's time to break up the window, and to fly away from the 
cookoo´s nest

It's time to reach out the freedom and a way to this 
another word at last
I need to escape from someone I loved, my feelings are on 
the ground
Oh, please, I'm gonna miss you, no, you don’t get me wrong

I never want to be this one, I never want to have secrets 
going round
I never want to believe it, I have no choices, my time is 
going down
I never want to be a genius, I never want to face who I am
I never want to believe it, but now I need to find my way
back HOME