Sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't.
But maybe there really isn't much to see.
You tell me about Jacarta, American Malls, Caribbean summer rain.
You tell me that the world is beautiful and people are interesting.
But sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't.
I'm bored, and don't you dare telling me what to do.
I say lay down and watch the stars, but you won't listen.
So fuck off.
Leave me alone.
Maybe I'll find peace, maybe I can change my eyes and see the colours I forgot.
They don't exist, it's all in the mind.
2 comentários:
'colours' e não 'colors', isso difere o joio do trigo.
Tem vezes que tb me pergunto se o mundo é belo e as pessoas realmente valem a pena.
Alguma vezes acredito, outras não.
Ótimo texto. Muito bom!
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