before
the regret always comes lates
it is always like this
imagining all the white porridge
turn into rice
what abot that
squeezing the exploded heart
i should retreat with all my might
should do that
but i didnt
he wins
he converts me into something else
something evil
something dark
something scary
it scares me
will i always be like that
i hope not
hope you save me
and bring me to light
one hundred percent depending on you
all my hope and all my wish
should put my pray in your hand
in your care
stupidity taking over
telling the heart to go bad
deliciously worse
against all odds
against all i believe
the crash in unavoidable
coilition to the explosion
idiocrasy laughing out loud
humbleness is nowhere to be seen