It's all too much.
Miracles are myths and lies.
Song lyrics and tattoos,
Colored hair and piercings too.
Everybody is yelling and screaming,
Sharing the same thoughts and feelings.
Society is fucked,
And so are you.
It's all too much.
But in fact, miracles do happen.
There is a quiet boy with kind eyes.
A girl who is too afraid to show her thighs.
Kids who are happy not to do drugs,
Instead they all give out hugs.
And then, the boy falls for you.
The girl with a beautiful smile and kind eyes too.
And he loves you, and encourages you,
To be the one to fall too.
And when you do, everything is perfect.
And you remember, miracles are true.
