Perfect Paroles

are living in this toxcity

I know they all



I know they all will turn their backs on me

give me a reason

so I can trust you

I’m trying hard

but cannot change anything

about the way

I am
in here is getting cold

I watch the leaves fall down

watch myself growing old

I’d like to sleep all the time

but it’s hard to ignore

it would be easier if I knew what I am fighting for



chorus ...



the way I am

everythings disordered

the way I am

in this poor world

the way I am

everythings disordered

the way I act

in this poor world



I thank you all:

for beating and dissing me

for shouting and pissing at me

for being such grateful enemies

for being a comprehensible symetry