All my life is a big desperation
For nothing I had
And for the way I've become
I'm letting you down
But you're all kind of strangers
In the deserted place which I sadly
call my heart

It's worth a while to begin looking forward to
The nothing that's left of you and me
My hand was wrapped in the shade of your palm
And I've been looking forward for you

In years to come
I'll figure out myself and yeah
I'll be happy, I'll be good looking
It won't be the same if people are still here
I feel their looks
I fear their looks
In years to come
I will forget

All my life was a big understatment
For nothing I gained
And for everything I got
I was afraid of myself
Just like I'm afraid of strangers
And my connections could not have been more wrong

In years to come
Which will be OK
There could be no more tears to cry

In years to come
Someone will love me
In years to come
I'll stop writing about this gut that never comes