she is not enough
i’m nothing special
sex is lot of fun
but not my passion
this feeling is a dirty trick
or, maybe, i’m just being dick
i don’t know
and i don’t know whom to ask
life is like hardest math task
she made me think that my heart is closed
but i’m crying while reading Mozart story
they made me think that my problem is dose
but without it i’m angry, sad and worried
i will stop rejecting and gain control
input some shrooms and rock and roll
you know
i’ve closed my heart intentionally
my hell is in the others, eventually