So many words and so much fuss.
So many things that have no meaning.
It's all about our life and us,
And values which are not believed in.
I do not want to cast my pearls.
I'm sick and tired of endless battles.
I have no wings, I have no choice.
My lips are zipped, my soul is buttoned.
It's easier to have no faith.
It's comfortable to be a shadow.
And if I want to kill myself
They'll call me just a stupid coward.
Do you remember our first kiss?
You said my lips were sweet like ice-cream.
What's love? It dies. It hurts. It kills.
I wish you saw me once in your dream.
(tr.) 15/12/2014 4:05
So many words and so much fuss
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