You can treat yourself as you want to. But your dreams are lame affection. This world is all you long to, All yourself is its reflection.
Where are your brilliant self Selling your honesty now? There is a place on the shelf Ready for all your love. Willing to buy your body Crowd will pay its toll. But your eyes are muddy! It's not your nature, come on!
Think and say everything you won't And everything you was not. In the present you can't find a lot, Where do your mind rot?
Where are your brilliant self Selling your honesty now? There is a place on the shelf Ready for all your love. Willing to buy your body Crowd will pay its toll. But your eyes are muddy! It's not your nature, come on!