the world is fucked up
relationships rotten
maybe I need a turn up
or maybe be forgotten

The grass, so green
The world so gray
No one has seen
Dandelions being blown away

Like a puzzle that don't fit
Or as mispealing peace
I don't know what is it

And only when I'm alone
life seems more easy
Not a misplaced bone

It feel too late
and to the bodies that are walking away
nothing brings more hate
then seeing something alive
finding it's own way

I'm probably dead too
admiring what is living
I try to see, bust I just look
while I'm not even breathing

Bring me passion, drugs
on a silver platter
when a open heart and hugs
don't even matter

Please bring something
to num the pain
I wanna live
without being hurt again

Being alive is being vulnerable
Being able to be happy is allowing yourself to be hurt
Being alive is accepting that one day you'll be dead too

But while I'm here
Trying to find something again
Please, I beg you
bring me something to numb this pain