Spent few hundreds on cheese and cognac
few days on the roof
party like a rockstar
despise the people with problems to solve
I have few in my head
an idea to loose them all
Spent few hundreds on dust and relief
angels watching me
when I sniff them in
despise the people who fear or can't
just because I don't
and I will
everything
Locked inside, people around, nobody cares
come in my love
because love is sold out
despise the people who cry at nights
I have few times
even with angels
under my nose
I get cold and I will go
just like I wanted
tho myself was never let in
maybe because the love
like the angels that day
was out of store
(like the dreams, every day they do)
Selite:
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