I'm asking myself,
Looking into night's eyes,
Was I honest, not deaf,
Did I listen to hearts?
Being good girl instead
I was crying and teasing,
Just going mad
My lips were bleeding.
There's no analysis,
No respect to heavens,
Dull craziness,
Expect for braveness.
So many fucking words,
I wanna eat 'em all,
So many useless thoughts,
They make me fall.
Questions of mind
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