I'm One of Those
I'm one of those who hide behind the door,
The one who's waiting but won't go ahead,
Who keeps inside the best he could have said,
Who's given up and won't hope anymore.
My worn-out soul can only softly cry.
I used to sing a song, but no one heard.
I'm tired of singing, I won't say a word,
Won't make another step, won't hold my head up high.
I am the one who's living in the past,
Who'll never reach the stars, whose voice is quiet,
Who was to be the first - and is the last,
I'm good, but I have done no good, I can't deny it.
I am a weak bird with a broken wing,
And I can barely breathe when death is near me.
But even though it's hard for me to sing,
I'm singing all the same, and somebody will hear me...