Mein Weg zu mir

I was not a quiet person
Didn't live a day in a cotton ball
Was a victim and sometimes a perpetrator
And often a fool in the throes of love

Forgot some friends and hurt them out of stubbornness
I have betrayed hearts and shattered hopes

I ignored quiet words and believed I could speak loud words
But with one’s own weaknesses
I was happy to look away

I believed far too much and accepted false notes
Allowed lies and ignored love

However, I have also learned
To look into my eyes
To smash the mirror
Doesn't undo anything

My path to myself was never smooth
He was not always smart and straightforward enough
My way to myself that is my life
And maybe in the end I will find myself
And maybe in the end I will find myself

I have impressed so many as a great hero of tenderness
But often I was a fake and not ready for feelings
I have dealt grief and taken blows
Whoever lives makes mistakes whoever really lives is never perfect

That's why I learned
To look into my eyes
To smash the mirror
Doesn't undo anything

My path to myself was never smooth
He was not always smart and straightforward enough
My way to myself that is my life
And maybe in the end I will find myself
And maybe in the end I will find myself