Folding paper like a baker
Running from fire like a painter
My dreams are impossible
They always bring me trouble
You are my best,
I want always see you in front of my chest.
Happiness will come in some dates,
Don't ever be late for catching your days,
Spend your blues just like outlays.
I hear noises from outside
Wolves are howling like divorced brides
Looking calmly at cyanide
Trying not to think about suicide
Stop and look at my eyes,
I gave you my loves,
Put your head up above to watch doves,
I know bombs make us deaf sometimes,
After suicide, the dead give pain to some lives.
They don’t even know the truth
How much lamenting I need to go through
Less is more but I want it all
Your eyes will always leave me enthralled
You want to know the truth,
You should know there is no source.
Keep calm and listen to voice,
Now, you are finding toys.
My heart keeps beating
The pair of lips are greeting
Sweet essence makes me crazy
All this temptation leaves me hazy
Shakespeare would be proud of us,
Because he didn't even catch right bus.
My words will be explained at last,
Sometimes we want to be covered with dust.
All the hate they gave boiled up inside
The little boy was riled up and crucified
He wasn’t innocent as he used to be
Untill that day came to be
Pain exists either inside or outside,
Unfortunately, it doesn't have exact side.
You cannot even fly on high
Pendulum swing still act from left to right.
Beauty always stems from inside
It ends up shining outside
I have my eyes set on this place
That will never end up being the case
I wanted to write good end.
But God didn’t give me some ends.
I created neither good nor bad end.
I just wrote whatever you sent.