Mess
While my past do not exist,
And my fuature is deadly myth,
In my present I have found
My true parth at least.
Did I know how much it costs?
Have I had things that I've lost?
Many questions tear my mind
Because of answers I can't find.
But I won't make a sound
I know no one can give me
What i want
I'll try to kill desire inside...
I'll do the thing I can.
little mess in every head,
little chaos in the deep:
We need to throw away as sleep
Things way too heavy to keep.
