Текст песни полезные поделки из мусора - В который раз

Once again, thoughts crowd my mind
I’ve locked the door
Once again, I sit alone in my room
Amidst my own ruins
Thinking that this way is best for everyone
I’ll return once I start to miss you
But find someone else to keep in reserve
For I’m leaving once again—just like before

Once again, thoughts crowd my mind
I’ve locked the door
Once again, I sit alone in my room
Amidst my own ruins
Thinking that this way is best for everyone
I’ll return once I start to miss you
But find someone else to keep in reserve
For I’m leaving once again—just like before

I remember perfectly well the time
When there were no people around
But at seven years old, that’s no problem
You just invent your own friends
He came along, she walked away
Then everything flipped around
I gave my trust right to the very end
But to them, I just wasn't the right fit

Some people leave quietly
Others storm out—but not before they strike
Some depart without a sound
While others take something with them as they go
Your Philip has grown used to it all
And if you get used to it, you learn to love it
No one else around, no intrigues
Just a pure love for life itself

Every month, every year
Nothing ever changed
And so I turned the corner
But I found absolutely no one there
Yet now, things are different
There are a couple of people by my side
But I’m bracing myself for the knife-twist
I’m caught in that same old flashback

No matter how close someone seems to be
Trust absolutely no one
Even if they stick to you like caramel
Clinging tight—rip them out like a bad tooth
I cling to this feeling
This sense of zero—of utter emptiness
I’ve created my own art out of it
Did you hear that? This Is Asceticism

I roll this snowball along—
One that even warmth won't slay.
I am ready, I am armed,
Yet readiness saves nothing at all.

Now I reckon it would be better—
Simpler, even—without me.
There is no light; I grope my way.
No light at all, for there is no fire.
I impose myself so quietly—
It could be no other way.
I’ll leave on my own—that is the exit—
And no one will offer me hope.

So don't waste your time
Dragging me along behind you.
No person, no problem—
And so, I’m off to bed.
I’ll create a friend-free zone—
Just to make absolutely sure.
Though I might just die alone...
I’ll build myself a snowman.

I roll this snowball along—
One that even warmth won't slay.
I am ready, I am armed,
Yet readiness saves nothing at all.

Once again, thoughts crowd my head;
I’ve locked the door.
Once again, I sit alone in my room,
Amidst my own ruins.
Thinking: it will be better for everyone this way.
I’ll return once I get lonely—
But find someone else to keep in reserve,
For I’m leaving once again.

Once again, thoughts crowd my head;
I’ve locked the door.
Once again, I sit alone in my room,
Amidst my own ruins.
Thinking: it will be better for everyone this way.
I’ll return once I get lonely—
But find someone else to keep in reserve,
For I’m leaving once again.