Please Don'T Kiss Me In the Morning
Today I stopped, and made you late.
I stole your sleep, I couldn't wait.
I need to tell you I am leaving, not believing, where's the meaning?
Please don't kiss me in the morning.
Facing fears and meeting stares of isolation, lonely thoughts of desperation,
wanting love in flesh I'm waiting, wanting us to move a mountain,
but we just continue this debating, nothing moving, nothing fresh, and I
just want to move creation.
Every day, the same routines, and try to fix what can't be made,
the beauty and the moments fade into the dust when we can't flow
I want to go, I want to go, please bring me life, and save me from this hole.
Just let the world be as it was, when people thrive on what they love,
and stop pretending, stop intending, breathe with joy and help this ending.
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