Why are my genetics such a bitch?

Kārtējo reizi pārlasīju vecos darbus. Kāda nostaļģija.


I’d like to know a way
A way to make everything as it was on past days
I’m tired of changes, tired on consequences
It takes so much to not to break down like rotten fences

Crumpled sheets of paper tossed around me
I tried to write a letter to you
I failed to call you, you see
I won’t finish this crap, too

So I pretend that everythings peachy, downway fine
While crossed fingers behind my back means lies
Being next to you sends chills down my spine
If love’s a game, she’s the cheater in my eyes

Green envy is eating me like a cake
How can you not notice my smile is a fake?
I hate this, why don’t you just see?
I almost beg on my knees – please, will you love me?

Kas gan ir darījies manā galvā?