she is not enough
i’m nothing special
*** is lot of fun
but not my passion

this feeling is a ***** trick
or, maybe, i’m just being ****
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