Up your nose,
Love is a prose
The proud bearing is your typical pose.
Hopeful as a pit bull staring into the life
Do a guess are you dead or alive.
Sorry,
I’ve picked up the fallen pages
And read it aloud
In the silence I’m going crazy
I’ve found out my self-
I’m talking to you.
By now
Don’t you worry
By now
Don’t you worry
About me
Don’t sleep
Fill the empty glass
I call you
Things have come to a pretty pass
So, sorry
I’ve picked up the fallen pages…