Dynamite
(18+)
It seems I have no more words to describe What I'm afraid of and what I feel This mountain of difficulties is too high for me to climb And these bleeding wounds are not able anymore to heal You can't fix me. That's why I'm going blind Don't disturb me at all or I'm gonna explode Like a firework, like a lightning in a silent night Don't even come closer to my new fresh tomb Where I lie not waiting for a brave knight To save me cos' I'm a big dynamite Of course you all know happiness is not my cup of tea So don't call my number when you're in a big trouble I'll never become the luckiest person ever to be Moreover I'll never get out of my cosy bubble Definitely you know that love and other shit is not for me My rage is growing faster and stronger every time I face people I hate, I want them out of my sight You just can't even imagine I'm tired of being kind I'm longing for a frightening storm and the darkest light To take my soul with them and destroy my dynamite Don't suspect me pretending I'm alright It's not so easy as you may think to let go All your fears and give up every fight You're destined to lose. Even if you know My heart is a huge, enormous dynamite It's waiting for its moment to be blown out It will happen any time you certainly want But when the sky is covered with heavy clouds You'll soon find out I'm not really fond Of being a black sheep and please don't, Don't even try to connect with my ego, it's sick Sick of all my mental diseases and so you might Suppose I'm absolutely crazy. You'd better lick Someone's cock before you claim I've lost my mind I've already have as I say I'm a dynamite.
2018-10-25 12:34:06
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