| I already forgot what I wanted to be when I was a kid
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| The more I wanted to laugh, the more pout my face
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| The more I drowned, the more memories I gathered
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| Even though I want so much, I rarely cry before
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| I'm still out of my mind from thinking much
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| All I know is that my patience ran out as I got older
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| Your pen is always heartbroken, maybe because I erase too much
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| Who knows, maybe because you know what I mean
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| I'm a complainer from what I've heard and seen
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| I regret a little, that I got angry and cursed
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| If I drank, I sip people's lies
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| One day I'll spit when my anger comes back
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| Close and open your eyes, what you see is a lie
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| Think as much as you are fooled by all the faces around you
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| Close and open is what you see now
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| Think about it, even if you're gone now
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| Time passes in front of me screaming
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| My hope is a handful of ashes in my hands
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| It's as if this chair, this table is thinking
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| Just as I'm running away from myself, the music says to me "don't go"
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| I'm listening to the mold, a strange sound in my room
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| Morning haze on the street, gray fog in my head
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| "Stay who you are" says this melody I hear
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| I'm everywhere you look, more than what you see
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| It's not a famous poem, it's just as infamous as me
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| Lonely as my home, as lifeless as death
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| The same money in your presence or absence
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| Who stays the same? |
| buy same end
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| Anyway, if your hand touched it, burn it and leave it in the corner
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| Then turn it off and go leave everything unfinished
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| They're exactly the same, people are the same
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| Even if I smile, the same girl
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| A handful of mud is enough to pollute it abundantly.
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| I gave you 15 years to listen to this |