Can I sing this
though it has no lyrics?
It's just useless and it's not worth a dime
this worn-out game of rhymes.
I need better words
than these weasel ones,
not mine, not today,
something making
whatever kind of sense.
Something that's not a fake.
So I start sinking again,
no reason for it.
Somewhere hiding in the back of my mind
a crayon memory.
I tried hard to be someone else,
now I love my failings,
and I know
that I need them
I just need them all.
They make me real and not fade away.
I love,
I love them all.
And you're right, I know,
I'm not much more than anyone;
I could care less,
well, I'll work on it...
Guess I'll paint myself anew someday.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN