ayechan

You can love me today and hate me tomorrow
You don't even know what you want
You look like a purple pumpkin
And I get from that nothing

Hug me now
Beat me later
I don't really care

I DONT FREAKING CARE!

You can love me and hate
Even use me to end me
Just try not to hate me

Cus' it tough
You're breaking my heart
You never had a thought
About how much it hurts

It's all technical
No emotion at all
And if you find any emotion
It fades away
But who cares?

You're stained like a shirt
And the stain doesn't go off
I've heard about you
Things you didn't knew about yourself

You're annoying like dirt
On my shoes
That never gets off

You're not perfect
I don't know why
I thought you were

You're not the man
I wanted to grow old with
I didn't thought you were

You just talking
About stuff you don't do
Your thoughts are confused
About uneasy rules
Your mind is busy with heavy stuff
Stuff you don't understand

I'm out of breath
From explaining you
How much you are a fool

I'm falling down into the space,
There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

And if you'll see just what I do,
Then you will find,
There's nothing new,
Beneath the truth of the space.

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

Sometimes it's lonely,
Sometimes it's cold,
Sometimes I can't breath,
Even with my helmet.

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

Whenever i'm feeling all alone,
I try to remember that,
I don't really have home,
Down there in the green earth.

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

If someone will come to me,
Maybe to keep me company,
Even trying to saving me,
I'll stare at him with blurring eyes.

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

One day all alone,
I found a lone prince,
A little prince,
And he stare at me with blurring eyes and said out loud...

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

I tried to find my way home,
But I found it all has gone,
I didn't cry or tried to hide,
Just stared down at the cold ground with blurring eyes.

There's nothing here,
There's nothing left.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
When you close your eyes,
You can touch the skies.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What you find that's there,
In the dusty shelf.

Although you see what infront of you,
You ignore it still,
Like you never knew.

It's a stormy weather in my heart
There's a fimiliar feeling,
And i calls you bad,
To solve what's gone mad.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.

You'd try to find what happened,
Without knowing what's fade,
And find it all dusty,
And unsolved.

It's a stormy weather,
But it doesn't matter,
What it means to me,
What you do or see.

Not to think of anything,
About the alienated past,
And the endless future,
And about shadow of tomorrow.

Everything is known,
Endless.

Everything is so arranged,
The silence is the same,
With a moment who doesn't last,
And a story who isn't broken yet,
With a unnecessary moment,
And wind of today and a little,
Tomorrow.

Everything is over,
And nothing will be,
The same,
Every moment is waiting,
For us to see it's end,
It's sitting barefoot,
With a future,
Which didn't occur.

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