Biography of Simone Huber
i were born on 29th november 1989 in munich. i moved with my family to a little village near 'pfaffenhofen', there i was nearly the opposite of what i am now/ today. then we moved back to munich, i went to school in that city. and still have to go 4 years. i live here with my family, but they dont really understand me, i dont know why, when i am stressed, down, sad or so, i write poems or lyrics (for songs) to express my feelings, and i love to think, i dont speak very much, i love to chat and to mail with people.
Simone Huber Poems
You can't escape from this pain It seems like it will always stay It doesn't matter now you feel The pain is always there
Some days I just wish That I could run and hide No matter where I go It seems like the only way out is suicide
Engel Fliegen Einsam
Weißt du wie die dichter Schreiben? Hast du je einen gesehen? Dichter schreiben einsam
All Out Of Love
I'm lying alone with my head on the phone Thinking of you till it hurts I know you're hurt too but what else can we do? Tormented and torn apart
Ein neuer Morgen schleicht sich in mein Zimmer Und ich habe Angst, jetzt aufzusteh'n Jeder Sonnenstrahl macht es noch schlimmer Da draussen wird jetzt alles weitergeh'n
Wir liegen glücklich auf Häuserdächern Trinken Sekt aus Pappbechern Du erzählst mir vom letzten Jahr Und wie der Sommer in Kairo war
Erinner Mich An Liebe
Wenn meine Seele grau ist Nichts macht mehr Sinn Ich bin ganz oben Und ich weiß nicht mehr
For My Cobà
I love myself I want you to love me When I feel down I want you above me I search myself I want you to find me I forget myself I want you to remind me
When My Brain Is In Vacation
I wanted to write some english words, and now I sit here and my brain hurts. The vocabularys - I can`t remember, Last English lesson was in September.
Heaven And Somthing Called Hell
I was in heaven but I came back for you it was so great without the need to love
When Nobody Is There
Alone in the dark I´m sitting here alone in the dark I´m sad and no one is here to help me I´m so sad and I want to die
Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss If you are my friend, answer me this: Are we friends, or are we not? You told me once, but I forgot.
Wenn verbittert ist ein Herz, dreht es sich in seinem Schmerz. Der Verstand will nicht sehen, fühlen, hören, er will nur eines, den Schmerz betören.
Love is the language of the heart, all over the world, but especially in small towns. Love drifts through the houses in
Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss
If you are my friend, answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true.
So I can say 'I'm here for you.'
Of all the friends I've ever met,
you're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do