She came to every third Optikday
with a "Kool Savas the king is back" Shirt, she was a fan since the Optikday
she had her passport signed with an autograph
she just stands still in the first row looking at me
Kinda like Nicolas Meg
She stares and doesn't look away anymore
She knows the Tracks, every single word of my lyrics
she quietly sings along, as if she was ashamed
With tears in her eyes, during "The Best Day of my Life"
and her parents are confused, ask themselves: "Whats happening with our girl?"
After the "Takeover" she sold her Playstation
Now she's on a DS Lite, eats only TS without meat
Wants to be as close as possible to me "S"
And she waits after the show, until the last member of the crew has vanished into the bus
The boys think it's weird, I however think it's sick
She writes me a mail, Subject "Butterflies" to "info@optik" and it said:
2. Strophe
That she is standing outside our office now
that she has to talk to me, says she has an urgent meeting with me
Dorl gives her a key-chain and sends her home
13 Hours, all alone
In the Regional-express with her MP3-Player, nothing else
It's like she's dreaming
imagines us two in the same room (Wake up!)
She hopes, that I'll maybe greet her at my next Booklet
she doesn't drink at all, walks, sleeps, lives and breathes with my music
Looks at my poster and caresses my lips gently, whispers:
(Essah, I'll die for you, I really mean it)
Prints my lyrics and counts the words, counts the lines
looks for a code, for a secret message
But unfortunately there's none, not even the tiniest sliver of hope
she cries and runs against the walls of her room with her head
She takes my pictures, burns them and as the ashes fall to the floor
she looks looks at my cover-picture and sings.
Willkommen im land der präsenilen bettflucht.