Your star sign and your calendar   show exactly that you're on top,   but you're not.   The quieter [you are]   The more you know that this is not how it should be.   Forty million different stories,   Each of those could curse a lie.   Trading stickers at the front porch ,   Could have been your first resistance   It happened while you spent your days at home      And still you force yourself to go to places   That you think you belong, but you're wrong.   The pressure and the preferences, it's been a while   Since you read those parts in those books.   Where every one tried to exhaust it   As if these efforts made a difference   The awful thought of not returning   Escorted summer holidays   It happened while you were away,   And your bed was so perfectly made.      On the terrace they send you to see   All the guys that would party with me.   In this fortress that they call a house,   And its doorsteps were tumbling down   And its back door that always was shut   protect white paint from down to the top.   So what happened to you and your friends   with the cigarette stains on their hands   And the pale girl we met at the bar   That I always adored from afar.