And you knew I didn´t wanted to change you. But you indeed wanted to mold me. Checking Everything, Measuring All of me – out and inside. Making me tests. Reading all, Correcting me. With you I lost myself…or I was already lost and you finished to destroy my guiding map.
I don´t know, It creates cracks in my understanding. I under – stood by yourself….
I was under your shoes.
Miss- under—stood.
I miss being under you. Should´ve let you win
It was simply a Complicated thing – you and me.
….I turned the radio, the music sang:
“You are a risk and I am a Border-line”
