I wonder how people live their lives.
I don't get it anymore,
How do they get in this rotating bore?
School ain't bad in a small town like this
I wish I went, got oceans of time
Alas, ran out of words to rhyme
Not longer calling my own body mine
My ceiling became my best friend
His are the only parties I attend
And the pages of the books I read
Started looking back at me
"19, Female, not seeking for gold
I need a human soul
To show me cafés and sunsets in Paris"
With all those gazes in this town
I get tóó quickly tóó embaressed
And when I scream my feet shiver
And when I eat I smell and taste liver
And my saliva feels like blood
Well, maybe it is,
Maybe it's an up, close & personal flood
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten