*Listen to the music*

I'm standing here on the balcony.
The party inside is going on.

I got sick in there.
I got not enough oxygen in there.

I am a nurse.
A nurse for broken hearts.
A constant point of call.
Every time ready.
For the next heart,
That needs an open ear.
That needs a nurse.

My best friend is my most common costumer.
She cried lots of times.
About Josh.
Her Crush.
She cried because there was always someone else who he was crazy about.
Always someone else.

Nearly everybody is looking for me.
Telling me about their worries.
And I sit there and listen.
Give advices.
They need them.

But from time to time there are these questions inside:
Who will listen to me?
Who will be my nurse?
Who is even interested in my worries?

And I drown my sorrows into this song
On another Love...
another love...
all my tears have been used up

Yes, my heart is broken, too.
My crush has never even noticed me.
So I left my heart in silence.
Never able to talk never able to listen.
Cause there was no one I could talk to.
And because I was not able to let go.
To feel, to fall in love again.
He was the one.
There was no place for another heart,
for another love.

I was never brave enough to make him see me.
Saw him dating one girl after the other.
And have never done something.
And it tears apart my heart.
Every time again, I'm crying
In silence.

Now I'm seeing my best friend.
I nursed her, helped her.
But never told her about my worries.
Instead of Josh,
She is now dating him.

I am not crying.
I did it to many times.
My heart was broken.
But their love ripped it out of my breast.

A last glance.
Seeing her on his lab.
Seeing their eyes, fixed on each other.
Josh is forgotten.
True love is in the air.
Between him and her.

And now they are playing this song.
My song.
So true but false in the melody.
Some rubbish of DJ stuff is mocking me.

It finish's me.
He is standing up, starts to dance with my best friend.
To my song.
The only place I can escape.
Cause Another Love was the only nurse I'd ever had.

It devastated the rest of my honor.
The rest of myself.
Taking away my breath.
On another love, another love...

Wrong music.
Wrong sound.
Same lines.
How ironic.

I'm standing at the edge of the balcony.
And spring
Silently.