unconditional surrender

I think I know what it takes
To run away with a smile
and let the backgrounds fade.

Waiting in spite of warnings
Yearning instead of knowing
What my wishes really mean.

Unconditional surrender.
Everlasting defeat.
The cross I take to my grave.

I know I take what I think
and shape it untill it's changed
into a science-fiction image of myself.

For a million minutes and more,
the memories of our best days
haunt me wherever I go.

Flashbacks penetrate my mind.
Shadows bring me back in time
to my fifteen minutes of joy.

For unconditional surrender,
and everlasting defeat
are crosses that make my grave.