…you to my sexuality to feed, its not a kids play anymore, we have adults responsibilities, we are so old. If you just dont want to get married or have the kids. you must say it, to me, I cant wate my time, I have more…

…I write to myself, I am mtv generation, its my friend, i do everything myself, there is not much aid, I have no friends. You all still have your cosy lifes, in vienna its really a city style, grinzing wineyards and…

…nothing, take it all, like usually women, you really like that game, the places are not hollywood style. I have all life, to do what i want, you want games, it is a mens game, i like more sensual games. You dont really need so much, food and somebody, to share your life. In different lifes, nothing is really, like helsinki life.…

…strength of your love I never knew love like I've known it with you Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to I don't really need to look very much further I don't want to have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it…

…, just some familiar friends. You all like a diffenrent things, they have kids from other families, i dont afford of such a things, its really appreciated, i dont know what you want, 'they spend their lifes to other…

…I HAVE SEEN A LOT, OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE IN THE STREETS, BUT NOT SO MANY, WITH WHOM TO BUILT A FAMILY, AND FEED THE KIDS. I AM STILL ATTACHED TO YOU, ITS NOT THE DISTANCES, BUT YOU JUST WANT TO SEE, YOUR FRIENDS, DONT…

…to see it. I have just wanted, to earn a lot, I have had it, what i want. We live here like in a student residence, everybody have their own space, we dont talk much, everyone is like working, all day long, how they have used to live.…

…I am home waiting for you, I have bought a new dress for you. I am waiting for the big night, marriage ball and a good wine. I am in love with you, you make me feel a woman brand new, I have bought all new things to…

…of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more…