5 de fev de 2012

You look glad


You look glad
On the rooftop of broken dreams
With a glimpse of breeze and salt in your eyes…

You’re fun
And you’re young.
Even your gun’s telling you not to,
Like a small kid voice
Grabbing your hand…

But the world’s too big to change
And you’re just a fly on the ocean,
Unable to change yourself…

You pull the trigger
As if you were warming
With your fingers
A serpent’s ass…


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