I'm tidying up
This mess I'm in
But once again
I'M THE BAD MAN
Even if it's reasonable
And correct
I'm still no good
Bad bad bad~
Fuck right-
I have no emotion
Like you say.
It's called cutting off
The heavy chains.
(Fuck right, I'm a devil)
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poesia...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
