stop dying.

Everyday I see you.
Everyday I talk to you.
And I know
that you'll talk about her and your plans.

Well.
She's a million miles away.
She has her own life.
Stop living in your own world
come back to reality.
Stop dying. Dying.
I can't stand it anymore.

It's like you're obsessed
with the idea of meeting her.
Everytime you start this topic
I shut my ears, roll away my eyes.
Can't you see?

Well.
She's a million miles away.
She has her own life.
Stop living in your own world
come back to reality.
Stop dying. Dying.
I can't stand it anymore.

You changed so much.
Gave up reality. Your life.
If you don't stop it's too late.
Even for me.
I'm sorry to lose you for this.
But I can't stand it anymore.
I can't stand it anymore.

Well.
She's a million miles away.
She has her own life.
Stop living in your own world
come back to reality.
Stop dying. Dying.
I can't stand it anymore.
Anymore.
A million miles away.

Acutally a song about a friend of mine I wrote last autumn. The lyrics anyway. No idea about the musical part exists till now. I thought it was worth publishing. All the rights of the lyrics and the picture do I own. Thanks.