Kill it

Bet that you can fell it
Now that you kill it
Flowers are dying somewhere inside
Now that you're running
Now that you're hiding
Keeping behind and swallowing pride
I wrote and mailed her
Being a failure dosen't mean you run a different life
You can hear her heart going on
Keeping rhythm over the phone
Was there anything going wrong?

And everytime i wake up
Smearing the make up
Lifting the fake up
Waving goodbye
I get a feeling during the kiling
Flowers are dying somewhere inside
And it's a system programmed by wisdom
You are far away but i'm inside
You can hear our hearts going on
Keeping rhythm over the phone
Was there anything going wrong?

I'm going by the sideways
Taking the highways
Riding my bike
I'm a netherlands guy
But in the evening i get a feeling
I'm going down, I'm not getting high
I'm not as peaceful as I am wishful
You can never have too much in your life
Doesn't matter what's going on
Full is empty when you're alone
Was there anything going wrong?