The Wanting To Be
Living in a daydream city
where the lights never go to sleep
where the sound never cease to amaze
always an alley to dance at
always a corner to heal the broken parts
Submerged by the wonders of the heart
shamelessly working hard on my box
it needs spice to keep alive
it needs sweets to keep it flowing
it needs a museum to store those treasures
will he fit in?
am I that desperate?
let's assume it's an age thing
so forgive me lovers who have never tasted heartbreak
this whole thing probably sounds foreign
like can you imagine?
like how dare?
Yea it gets that way sometimes
sometimes the bitterness creates an analytical "logical" problem solver
a research without a theory
an engineer without the tools
a campaign on a vacation
it gets complicated the longer these lines go
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