Tonight
The Birds are
Watching me

Today have
money
Part of used

To do
But it's hard and tiring
I don't understand

I don't understand

I know how it feels

Being sick and
Woke up
I just need a pice of you

To talk
When I have enough
I can leeave all in peace

At the end of crissatory bruise
Something must tell
That is going to an end

Living every day through sadness
Stop being such a fatalist


We flew In trance
A story for you
He likes my carcer

Distantly

Down By your feet

Can start lie
If you want to be
Start something