Everything what happened
It’s all already done,
What was done is in our past
But feels like I’m still trapped in.
The thoughts cover me sometimes
And I’m falling into deeply,
Understanding and realizing
Every word and thought, besides…
A lot of, a lot of things I choose,
A lot of, a lot of them I lose,
Going through every, every fuckin’ bruise
I’m still looking for my perfect muse.
Just to had a great weekend
Doesn’t mean the life is perfect,
They’ve passed like hourglass’s sand
Could seem I’m such an addict,
But I caught the inspiration —
Finally a new wave,
Here’s my new one dedication
It won’t stay in a cave.
Look at me and calm my mind
Be my muse the brightest light.