Little insider (Often running, but never becoming something I aspire to inspire others little insiders)
I had to run
I'm sorry I called it fun
You made my heart broke
With your pity face
The one I can't deny
The emotions it causes me
So much I started to cry instead of smile
What I heard I wish you don't have to
It's so much I stopped rhyming this song
At blinking I'm wishing everyone but you
You made me sore for no reason apparently
You made my pants have ants and my mind have your waist I can't waste in my dreams
It's nothing more than lust
My brain stopped me and gave me a list with tons of love
The ones I can't see but I fail to show you
Times I wish I could erase fully off
The ones I looked the other way when you noticed my aparent interest
I couldn't explain and that's the reason I'm drowned in pain
This isn't like music, no minimalism indeed
I have to write while listening
This is what I became to be nowadays
Even though you weren't my type
The one I look and I wished to be
More than holding in my dreams
I wanted him to hold my waist now
How something so pure can be interpreted as an inconveniently sexual thing I don't rotule totally as one I want to wash away from the mare that my paranoid thoughts are.











