Trust Fall
I had once, no idea what to do
My mind just wanted to grew
That little voice within you,
Says that everything is true
But then the choice got intense
Oh boy, how this doesn’t make any sense
It’s like your Barbie, but in an army suit
And I’m just a bowl of soup.
An appetizer waiting to be chosen
Hoping to finally be eaten
But this is not about the soup
This is about how to scoop
Not like a cake or an ice cream
Like to go deep into your dream
How everything feels so fluffy
Like the clouds tastes like a candy
The feeling of that control
With a sudden move, you felt the bowl
Full of happiness turns grey
Nevertheless at least the dream has stay
I cannot forget that wave of your hair
And yes your killer smile that I couldn’t bare
Oh Delilah, that day will come for you
When I’ll always choose to be with you
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