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Ja, soviel zum Titel, ich sage am Besten vorher mal gar nicht zu viel dazu, freue mich natürlich wahnsinnig über Kommentare, Kritik und Verbesserungsvorschläge 
"Thief"
Broken sharp glass in the windows, a thief came and stole all the melodies out of my head,
on my bed lies a letter with fast written letters, telling angriely they'll never come back to me
Broken sharp glass with a blow of a fist in a moment of silence, a moment of negligence
I fix the holes, clean the floor from the footsteps, breaking into my life can't have been that easily
Broken sharp glass in the windows, a thief came and stole all my melodies out of my head,
even the ones that I never meant to forget
stored in a save and locked up
but save they were not
Climbs up the stones of my house, grab the vines, that lead up to my window, be silent, there's plenty of time
I can't hear him, the glass breaks in silence, he's done that before, but he never did it to me.
Broken sharp glass on the floor but no smile on his face
he doesn't need anything, he just loves to take
Broken sharp glass in a wound bleeding badly, those thoughts must have cut him, he's suddenly standing still
and he smiles as he never must steal again
"Thief"
Broken sharp glass in the windows, a thief came and stole all the melodies out of my head,
on my bed lies a letter with fast written letters, telling angriely they'll never come back to me
Broken sharp glass with a blow of a fist in a moment of silence, a moment of negligence
I fix the holes, clean the floor from the footsteps, breaking into my life can't have been that easily
Broken sharp glass in the windows, a thief came and stole all my melodies out of my head,
even the ones that I never meant to forget
stored in a save and locked up
but save they were not
Climbs up the stones of my house, grab the vines, that lead up to my window, be silent, there's plenty of time
I can't hear him, the glass breaks in silence, he's done that before, but he never did it to me.
Broken sharp glass on the floor but no smile on his face
he doesn't need anything, he just loves to take
Broken sharp glass in a wound bleeding badly, those thoughts must have cut him, he's suddenly standing still
and he smiles as he never must steal again
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