In my shirt is a hooked swan brooch

leads to your face full of questions

sometime the way I act selfish 

and then you've habit of feeling saddish.

I am so black n white

how long could you try to stay now,

Maybe it's me, my fault that I am not going that way

Sweet lies are meaningless so I don't want to mess

happy with cold  pizza

and got my jams playing on radio station.

I'm never into blood and wars.

Half my life is a story but true

I've respect for every religional Gods and their believes

even though I'm not into  all these theses .

The secrets I won't say to you

So it will probably be like - 'Hi,nice to meet you

                  lets just go to different directions now

           cause I am too boring for you.'

With all your concern you're asking cost for some hand drawn old birthday cards

Everyday heads are being bargeained and chopped in cheap prices

And brutes are doing their wild feasts every night in these crises.

You wink under drapes

but in front of everyone,you've no idea what's going on..

Your umbrella, your coat

You don't need to give me those; to prove anything

Oh, it won't prove anything

Maybe it's my fault that I am not going that way like others do

Sweet lies are meaningless so I don't want to mess.