All these problems

And I'm alright
Standing in the street lights here
Was this meant for me
My time on the inside is over

I try to think how your spending
all of your days, knowing
that you are not here
I see the pictures
The memories killing me
knowing, that you are not here
And i can't do this by myself
all of these problems,
I've made in my head
I've tried to make you someone else

No sympathy
When shouting out is all i know
I keep inside
All the things i feel i can't show
And all i want is for you to throw in the towel
and tell me how you truely feel
Maybe then pictures
will no longer kill me
'Cause you will be here

And i won't
be here by myself
I'll throw all these problems
I've grown in my head
And I won't be somebody else
I'll find who i once once
when you met me...