I did not die,
I did not lose hope and cried.
My eyes did not what they imply
It’s the weather that made my lips dry
I did not lost my precious soul
My fire didn’t change into sable coal
I was still sure of my heroic role
It’s the weather that made me feel sole
I did not step into frowning abyss
Trying to heal some emotional illness
Darkness did not give me a seducing kiss
It’s the **** weather that I wanted to dismiss
I did not die
and probably never will…
But if I did
and became real ill,
well,nearly over my own hill
finally forced to pay the bill…
I’d jump on the table
Singing my favorite song
Fight one last battle
With some guy who’s really strong
I’d kiss the girls and get rejected
To hell with the money that I collected!
On the streets I’d act like awfully dense
Dressing funny, asking people for a silly dance
And finally lay on some keenly green grass
Whistle a beautiful melody for the whole mass
Of flowers and bees and butterflies
Until the very second that my melody dies.
But I did not die,
and I probably never will.
But if I did…
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
I did not die,
I did not lose hope and cried.
My eyes did not what they imply
It’s the weather that made my lips dry
I did not lost my precious soul
My fire didn’t change into sable coal
I was still sure of my heroic role
It’s the weather that made me feel sole
I did not step into frowning abyss
Trying to heal some emotional illness
Darkness did not give me a seducing kiss
It’s the **** weather that I wanted to dismiss
I did not die
and probably never will…
But if I did
and became real ill,
well,nearly over my own hill
finally forced to pay the bill…
I’d jump on the table
Singing my favorite song
Fight one last battle
With some guy who’s really strong
I’d kiss the girls and get rejected
To hell with the money that I collected!
On the streets I’d act like awfully dense
Dressing funny, asking people for a silly dance
And finally lay on some keenly green grass
Whistle a beautiful melody for the whole mass
Of flowers and bees and butterflies
Until the very second that my melody dies.
But I did not die,
and I probably never will.
But if I did…
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