Tell me what you are,
spare me the energy.
Tell me who I am,
since I can't see me.
Same old talk, same old lies
bubbly perfection creeps in her eyes.
But I know better now.
It's better not knowing anything.
The bubbles burst,
the colors fade,
she will turn out to be the same.
It's quite humurous,
since she's probably painting me out in the same way.
There is no hope.
Reproduction
hand me a rope
give the introduction.
Tell me there is a fucking way
out of this plot,
these pointless words will make no sense.
But this desert road has gone too far.
No oasis in sight.
You turn,
U-turn.
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