This writes Daddy’s little girl,
getting everything she wants,
imprisoned in that blinding world,
knowing how to come along.
I could have anything,
as long as I said it out loud,
but what I didn’t get is called "L" ,"O" ,"V" ,"E".
And wasn’t it the thing I needed the most?
My parents worked so hard all day,
to make my life as nice as it could be,
but when I cried at night, suffering from old bad dreams,
no one was there but my own soul.
I was nice at school and always calm,
wore clean clothes and had my hair a parting,
I helped old ladys in the afternoon and played piano –
Only to make mom & dad proud of me.
But for whom did I this things?
No one came to my concerts,
no one there to cuddle up to
and there’s only a monotonous „beeep“ on the phone.
I didn’t have boyfriends either,
'cause Daddy said, they would exploit me
and so I didn’t go out at night
and wasn’t able to find someone I love.
And so I searched all over the years
for someone that might love me
and when I’ll find they, I was sure,
I would never let they go.
When I met him the other day,
I thought that he might be
The bad guy everyone warned me of,
but my mind said: „Go with him!“
I knew that I couldn’t trust him,
but I didn’t mind that fact at all;
I touched his hand and smiled at him
and he looked confused down at me.
We did, what only lovers do,
he remarked that I’m a good girl, too.
I smiled again and snuggled up to him
and told him my deepest desire.
He said, that it wouldn’t take so long
For him to make my life an end
I nodded and showed him then my neck -
my blood covered this letter, too…
Mom and dad! I wanted you to know
that I loved you more than anything in this
sad sad world
but, what always tortured my soul:
Were there the same feelings by you?
