I am your neglected puppet
that you place upon the shelf...
Nothing but white anymore
you've given up in most things...
Life's twisted fate plays games with simple tools...
such tools that mean sweet nothingness to it...
The two of you are standing in a full room
looking curiously around until your eyes meet...
The night's dark blue sky lit with a thousand...
looks over the land filled with mystery...
Sometimes a person has to fall, to know how good they had it |
"capital vices" |
Real eyes, realize, real lies |