you huff and you puff and you blow my doors one more time.
there is just ton of good stuff and goodness when you come in to rain,
to steal all my umbrelas and hide all warm places and it you find it just fine,
it is just fucking fine.
What is it with you that you know all the problems in my solutions ?
Why are you so thoroughly aware of the cracks in my smiles
and what is so wrong with rejecting to accept disgust in our pollutions
when no borders ale left to cross and all they are now are useless lines?
You are like a stupid and useless cousin of giving a fuck,
you petty little sadness of melancholic tomorrows,
You ugly mean sister of truth, I buy a ward against you for less than a buck.
Hell yeah you hurt! But for a good day without you I manage a day of sorrow.
So let me lock you up, let me rock my life and send you away,
if I can't bear that, then I will sent request for back up and wait,
because right know I know you wont break me for at least another day.
I'll accept even a day of breaking apart with ever growing rate.
PS: Pustite sa do toho grammar nazzis .
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