For what shall I fight in this game, if whole, l belive, is reset?
Have you think, the end would be this, in the time, we initially met?
I'll never forget anything, what happened, and never will happen again.
It seems like it's time for exchange from "the wind" to "the fan".
The visitors came to the home, and my nasty broom starts to sweep.
I'm sick, when I'm thinking about the plants, we' ve admired, are all ripped.
And we'll never watch at the plants, or at something another, we used be all lost.
I see in my dreams something white and I wake up aghast.
Such methronome inside your chest won't show you the rhythm of my speech,
So what you have not any sway to make me belive, I am rich.
And l'll never give you this rows, l would rather bury them all in dustbin,
Or in the pathetic webpage, but it's hard to begin.
When you cease wearing sneakers, it's time for your youth to start writting the will.
One day l'll be out of my line, I'll fall on white snow and stay still;
One day I can be like you now, there will be so lot of light, flowers and guests,
I'll been dressed into white garb, and left from my place.
When you start feel ashame of your eyes and your ears, you'd take sticky tape
And stick it on your own mouth, till you can to see an escape,
Otherwise something will flow, it's medicine of all deseases, you think...
Well, may be a poison can help, but it beats anything.
***
No, l dont feel sad,
I am just confused.
The emptyness inside
Feels like abyss
I'm never give up,
I try to keep pace,
But I just want stop,
And don't want to miss.
***
I look inside white cup
And try to keep the cry.
I said, l can't give up,
Because I've never try.