"Where's your limits?", they ask to me
if it's real democracy, everyone will see
my deep expressions, my artistic lines
daddy is paying attention to a different-kind
whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone
whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone
it's not me, but a clone...
it's not me but a clone...
it hurts in my bones
to live being like a clone
Equality sounds weird when you look around
difference is the new black: why not wear it out?
we are synonym, still the same flesh
don't consider me your watch, I'm not something to fix
whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone
whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone
it's not me, but a clone...
it's not me but a clone...
it hurts in my bones
to live being like a clone
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
Showing posts with label DNA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DNA. Show all posts
Monday, October 27, 2014
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Disaster date
I got something to say
while your heart calls my name
wouldn't get to live
with this stone in my body
It's stuck on my DNA
I don't care if you don't have anything
you can forget me but
please call me after ten p.m.
I've said to the walls around me
Our path is a mess, so bloody
Astronomy can't help myself
but I'm not in Hell
I know to figure out the bells
what she tells
will pop now
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
walking, thinking in these streets
making songs with my friends
drinking beer or taking pics
I'll kiss his lips, that's so sweet
Some day I'm gonna lose my voice
I'll swallow each fucking toy
from each cumming young boy
this way I'll forget L. B-troy
you're a dumb with your cargo pants
the world moves around and bends
before my eyes, my naked self
I feel from fame, its smell
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
while your heart calls my name
wouldn't get to live
with this stone in my body
It's stuck on my DNA
I don't care if you don't have anything
you can forget me but
please call me after ten p.m.
I've said to the walls around me
Our path is a mess, so bloody
Astronomy can't help myself
but I'm not in Hell
I know to figure out the bells
what she tells
will pop now
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
walking, thinking in these streets
making songs with my friends
drinking beer or taking pics
I'll kiss his lips, that's so sweet
Some day I'm gonna lose my voice
I'll swallow each fucking toy
from each cumming young boy
this way I'll forget L. B-troy
you're a dumb with your cargo pants
the world moves around and bends
before my eyes, my naked self
I feel from fame, its smell
I got something to say
I bought a disaster date
I just desire my bed
my body's so moveless
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