Das hier ist sozusagen die "Fortsetzung" von "longing for love" (etwas weiter oben):
No more Love
My love has gone but not my life.
Surprised to see this unexpected point.
I never thought that I could live without it.
But I’m still here, only my love has died.
So many years of suffering, so many years of pain.
So many years of waiting for his love.
I always thought, my love for him would live
And one day I would have to die.
Wondering how I‘ve survived so long
Only to be hurt and hurt and hurt
And now I’m standing in a dead end.
Realizing it’s not me who’s dead.
No way out, no way out
Living here now with a stranger
Tied up and bound
So cold, so cold
Biggi
29.08.2005
No more Love
My love has gone but not my life.
Surprised to see this unexpected point.
I never thought that I could live without it.
But I’m still here, only my love has died.
So many years of suffering, so many years of pain.
So many years of waiting for his love.
I always thought, my love for him would live
And one day I would have to die.
Wondering how I‘ve survived so long
Only to be hurt and hurt and hurt
And now I’m standing in a dead end.
Realizing it’s not me who’s dead.
No way out, no way out
Living here now with a stranger
Tied up and bound
So cold, so cold
Biggi
29.08.2005
Manche sagen: "Gott ist tot." Das ist merkwürdig, denn vorhin habe ich noch mit ihm gesprochen...