Have I ever felt,
that the world was too much for me,
And other times I thought
that everything could finally get
And sometimes I want everything that I will not have
and everything I have I do not want
And sometimes I just want to be in solitude
And sometimes I just want to go with you
There are loves of paper
that make you sick unintentionally
And they wrap you in your days
There are loves that do well
They do not help you grow and show you the way out
sometimes
once I got lost
I thought I was present and I was not there
and other times I believed
that being absent was the best thing for me.
And sometimes I want everything that I will not have
and everything I have I do not want
And sometimes I just want to be in solitude
And sometimes I just want to go with you
There are loves of paper
that make you sick unintentionally
And they wrap you in your days
And there are loves that do well
that help you grow and show you the way out
sometimes
I look at you and so I become stronger
as someone who is cured suddenly
sometimes
There are loves of paper
that do not get sick unintentionally
And you are wrapped in your days
And there are loves that do well
that help you grow and show you the way out
and that I do not feel good that I'm about to fall
I will surely follow
I am sure that I will continue
sometimes
The more I lose
but I would like to find you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)