we are cute till we are stupidly good
after that we switch on bad stuff and pretend
to do the wise guys
the world is full of beloved things
and used people
sometimes the roles are changing
to beloved people and used things
actually we are here to do and undo mistakes
not to specialize in fakes of perfection
there is no problem we are predestined to carry
after all everyone will carry his death away
you must just expect the days to see you
with their own eyes
with their suns and plants and all relatives
let them gather more and more to see you
days and nights with their wondering stars
at least a moment to see your face
just how
it is
and let them say:
woo-ow!
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
we are cute till we are stupidly good
after that we switch on bad stuff and pretend
to do the wise guys
the world is full of beloved things
and used people
sometimes the roles are changing
to beloved people and used things
actually we are here to do and undo mistakes
not to specialize in fakes of perfection
there is no problem we are predestined to carry
after all everyone will carry his death away
you must just expect the days to see you
with their own eyes
with their suns and plants and all relatives
let them gather more and more to see you
days and nights with their wondering stars
at least a moment to see your face
just how
it is
and let them say:
woo-ow!
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