What made me smile now makes me sad And what made me sigh now makes me cry What made me shiver are just souvenirs And all those souvenirs now taste bitter
I wish you were just a bad dream That I'd forget when I wake up every morning As if you never hurt me As if you never even happened I hate you and I'm sorry
If only I could climb the mountains And from the top, see how it ends If only I could jump into the waves And never drop my feet into the grave
Tell me how to never get weary Tell me how to feel like fish out of sea Tell me how boredom can be a good thing Tell me how to feel my heart beating again
If only I could climb the mountains And from the top, see how it ends If only I could jump into the waves And never drop my feet (into the grave)
While others build their homes I'm wondering if I need one While others build their lives I'm roaming in mine While others build their dreams I'm dragging behind, without ever reaching it I hate myself (and I'm sorry).