Fire
When the room is on fire, I won't move,
What use is there to move, to to try and survive when there's nothing to live for?
When life is nothing but a bore, killing my heart to the core? While time can slow no more, and yet still no one can hear my roar? Why people still think my roar is to start a war, but only to stay at peace and at ease? I have tried to please, to ease, to chase, to have a place, but that doesn't work.
I have no place, and that's okay.
But i have learned something.
Feelings, they can't be kept at bay.
For they have no place to stay, Besides your head.
And then they spread, they embed into you, till there's only fire.
It burns.
yeah, you never thought this would take such a turn.
But don't be concerned.
If you're concerned then maybe it's time for you to learn me.
Domanique
Drowning in the sea of Bourgeoisie
But now I have to go now.
Back to the sweet little girl, but how?
How when all I know Is to not allow?
Let me stop.
Ciao.