Wie Weit

My life is a circle
No beginning and no end
It's always repeating
A trail I defend
A misunderstanding
That can't be erased like a file
I've got all I wanted
But still I'm not satisfied
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life
That turns around
'Till I Die
And take the dark
With me
Why am I sad when I have more that I ever had?
My life is too stable
I get no air
My jail is my skin
I'm false like a fable
That is being praised
For it's sin
Once I am trying to follow the light then
The bitch grips my feet
Pulls me down,underneath
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life
That turns around
'Till I Die
And take the dark
With me