Songtext von Playwright

A thousand wishes to forget one single wish that turned into hope and died on my hands, like always (died on my hands) Intuition leads me on the safe direction to a linger then the fall Now I blame the fantasies, wrong The absense of someone to hold on when nothing was going on right Alone I fought my own ghosts, right? Try outs to retrieve the best of my imaturity (Try outs to retrieve the best of my imaturity) Are making me hate the way I treated things The way I used to be in early days (The way I used to be in early days) ...