There are people for everything
there are things that are told
and they seem certain
It's a matter of hormones
they say they're leaving
but they stay
I'm still the same
I continue as is
maybe worse
and the bitter suburb on the palate
never a week goes by
with the same neura
they made of me
a perverse copla
you were absent
when he slept
Have I missed something? maybe
the silver coins detached
of the kiss to the jailer of my heart
I'm still the same
but as is
maybe worse
never leave uninhabited paper
another rhythm another compass
sea ??rhymes
the great theater of the world
must continue
if we do not get mad
(calling the crazy planet) - Shuarma
while the wait wanes
will have to give the war for lost
and go back to the forbidden pleasures
or private for the needy
I'm still the same
I continue as is
maybe worse
and the bitter suburb on the palate
another rhythm, another compass
sea ??rhymes
the great theater of the world
must continue
Only among all we can make this a better place :)