you r leaving again ?
after such a short stay i imagined its because now im insane
or im taking to much place in your brain
leaving you brain dead when you walked the 1st step to ring my bell
well what can i do ? should i fight for what is right
fuck me im tired of attacking and retreating like a failed army
i rather put my arms in the air and pray an arrow doesnt pierce my eyes
sadly i cant use my towel anymore to wipe the tears
only a () already wet from being left in the cold
can massacred my facade to hide my facial expressions
which varies from moment from sad to glad , pissed off to fuck off
all of the above will surely manifest themselves in a couple of minutes
when i have to see you for the last time , the last alien invasion in my mind
now what is about to happen? self-destruction all over again
this scenario is so funny its not even mental
how come i still think you cool ...
maybe because i respect you from deep within(honest)
and how you made me cry hard
because im inconvenient in every instance
and im weirdo who's stuck on politics to books to heavy metal music
she's a smart god send angel who prays for the worlds well being
while im being a amusement with a slight perversion to entertain these morons
so there was no way for me to play in her playground like in kindergarten
i have to mature and keep my hands off her
the lady of my life is acting tough saying im a radical and complicated.
i cant act normal in any social situations now im invading her social interactions
i blame the aeromancy for the symbiosis i experienced last evening
but i digress the woman i adore is pissed
fuck! i can write everyday in every ways
so many things to say
going to exercise my word plays
because this weird love bug brings me back to the old days
where i was always acted like a fool
now i feel sad just glaring at the clear sky
no not sad like other couples..
but this inflaming sensation is even a little too much for a devil's son like me
no worries my filth is ready for cooling off this body of mine..
i will always be here with a broken heart without a whim
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