Your heart belongs to you,
Only You can see through the windows of the lonely path you chose.
We
don't need to know.
You
can throw the garbage in a plastic bag and recycle the traces of pain.
We
are the messengers of your soul.
You
don't seem to be able to deliver any concrete results.
We
believe that something is missing.
Again
and again the words of your tongue are not the words we want to hear.
A
lonely boy, this is a very confusing situation.
We
lost time with your surreal observation of human psyche.
Be
real or get lost.
You
cannot even be interesting.
What
do you want?
Flowers,
roses or a missing kiss?
We
are laughing at you, sometimes we are laughing with you, at the end we are
laughing for you.
You
are the only one who can deliver the message from your soul directly to your
heart.
And
even that you are not capable of doing it.
That's
why we will do it for you.
Take
some rest.
We
will throw the garbage in the recycle bin.
This
is the last time we deliver the garbage for you.
You are not capable of love.
