True

I only speak with the stars, cause at least they sometimes ask. How you doin or how you are, how are you fellin, are you alright. Something is wrong in the time that the lightness is also dark. When the rain makes you feel sad, but it also does the Sun. But what difference does it make, to be crying that being just rest. People ask you when they see tears, but no when you are quiite deprresed. Nights are brighter thatn true days, cause at least there I can see clear, how ambitious that this has an end, helping me to get over this. But whats people thats so fool, that preferes true love, to just love true. But whats people that look out you, loke you were someone they don´t know.