I wish that I could have a second life.
One that would just be a trial.
I wish I had a chance to simply cast reason aside.
A chance to throw all of it away.

Then I would smoke, I would drink, I’d get high.
I would have danced, would have cried.
Then I’d be a pervert, an alcoholic and be depressed.
I would have written poems, been possessed.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to just let go.
Let every impulse lead the way.
Wouldn’t it be great to just forget,
That future always lies ahead.

I wish I had a life to throw away.
A life that would mean nothing.
If only I had the chance to have a new life everyday
That would have been true bliss.

If I could just have one trial year,
That I later could erase.
Maybe the desires wouldn’t take so much space.
Then the journey would not be such a struggle.

Then I would travel and I’d find the one I lost.
I’d search for him everywhere, no matter the costs.
Then I’d eat chocolate and throw it all up.
I’d be bulimic, anorexic and what not.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to just let go.
Let every impulse lead the way.
Wouldn’t it be great to just forget,
That future always lies ahead.