This is our menage, our kettle of fish plus the trauma,
Another day, another drama...
I wish I had the power of sedation,
And make the stars glisten,
I wish I had the power to speak and bear in mind,
And have you to listen...
I wish I can see through the clouds and polluted air,
the stars shining so bright,
I wish I can see through your mind and the glare,
A disclosure, a bit of light.
Should I not feel frightened to adress my judgement,
to make a choice?
I don't need you to speak for me, therefore I have a mouth,
and a loud ass voice.
And my youth is overshadowed-- where's the trust?
It's a kettle of fish, a kettle of trauma,
Another day, another drama...
