Poduwka-2

You can't forget the sound of my voice. It's horrible to even see as text. I'm singing, I'm ignorant, I'm a clown. I'm failing hard in this life as a test? Night drawing closer, looking deep inside. And there lie all the things I managed to forget... Hey, what's a test? Are you a lil' bit out of mind? Black's eating everything. No reasons, fears - to fret. I'm looking silently, times running on its own. And you don't seem to fully understand. That I'm hating... being ignorant, being the clown. I'm singing sweetly so you won't forget. There's no meaning running out of words. The intonations' failing, ripped apart. I'm very sorry. (Looks lik

My life is buffer. Copy\paste. Your lips in salt. Refreshing taste. My story moves - piece in the place. To speak is really - time to waste. Not sure how come, but running late. Milk, butter, stone. Forgetful fate. I'm sleeping comfy but alone. Just like a sin I'm to atone. A fire, water, earth and wind. Lots of the words I wished and dreamed, Exceptions, vanity of mind. A truth my soul strives to find. Religious, silly, breaking, bad. My angst are sleeping in the bed, Abnormal joy, forgiving eyes, And stupid rhymes to recognize. Time that flies by, in bones and flash, Indeed are ideal to trash. But such a lovely lie inside, Rots in the pre