Your decision fell like a stone
on my broken and peforated breast
the same did my forced smile –
it wandered to my chest.

I should have known, was no surprise
my fault to have some good believes
I veered my memories out of head
shook you out of my high relieves.

The stone hit the stone inside of me
you called it heart, I call it gear
i´ve never had to relearn how to live
i´ve always existed in anger and fear.