Promise me a new life You know I like it most In thats the whole you are The spiral of the reasons Tired to survive Bring me back my home And I close my eyes Waiting for a surprise Lullaby injection Indifference infection Its too late to change or start all over Birds still sing, but songs are getting lower Things must be pretentious To make me heady Does it mean that I am An emotions addict? Try to hurt me, fellow See Im like a ghost All your knives and arrows Are just flying across Paper soldier, holed chest Growing older, losing zest Women come and vanish Streets are full of beggars Flowers grow and perish Nothing really matters Spill of cosmic shower In its flight endeavour Maybe Ill recover Maybe never ever
holed, heady, maybe, zest, pretentious