You are like a hair blown in the wind without being cold!
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You are like a day in prison, water in the desert, or food in fasting.
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You are like the age that I grieve every year, scratching my forehead
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I am like a meaningless conjunction alone in a sentence
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I love the abyss, to hell with wings
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Since Nietzsche was afraid, I always disliked
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It hurts to look at what the society says or thinks.
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I'm smart, agile and immoral
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Freedom, it's my only faith
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All around dishonest, always full of liars
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Stop regret… Is he always the oiler?
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I don't need a way to go back
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It doesn't matter, every pawn
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Now it doesn't come
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I'm like tired too, he doesn't understand...
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They don't say what's wrong, I'm defeated again
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let the butterfly die
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You know though
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But forget more often
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Look, man is unfaithful
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Sadness and moreover, farewell while there is
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It is like this, in short, damn God!
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An afterthought like Kafka? |
keep it up!
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Don't say damn why look
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The bad is there so that the good will be noticed
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Intelligent people understand me.
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But my nervousness is too high
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From my anger it becomes a beautiful skyscraper
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If I catch him, I'll shut him up before he crows
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When you see me, your face holds a grudge, your knee is dirty
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It's not war, it's not peace, it's not love, it's ours
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Most think I'm good
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Life shakes hands…
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Happiness is next to me, I don't think so
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Let's get off here;
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'Cause I don't like it, there's a lot of people
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You are like a hair blown in the wind without being cold!
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You are like a day in prison, water in the desert, or food in fasting.
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You are like the age that I grieve every year, scratching my forehead
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I am like a meaningless conjunction alone in a sentence
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Giving up is easy, leaving is hard
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We waited a lifetime to live
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I'm 27, my colors are fading
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rejecting common truths
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That's why I don't load a worthless sentence
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I used to wish I wasn't seen by anyone
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Now I'm in front of you, I took off the shirt of life
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Where are you, angel of death?
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It's okay to confess
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And on a plane that crashed into regret, not sincere
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I just want to swim in the dark
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Close my eyes and flap my wings
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Saying I'm not one of you, I'm not hopeful
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Is hope only in my brain?
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These are feelings that you don't respect
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I would like to hug and sleep alone.
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Most think I'm good
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Life shakes hands…
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Happiness is next to me, I don't think so
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Let's get off here;
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'Cause I don't like it, there's a lot of people
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You are like a hair blown in the wind without being cold!
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You are like a day in prison, water in the desert, or food in fasting.
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You are like the age that I grieve every year, scratching my forehead
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I am like a meaningless conjunction alone in a sentence |