Sweet inner child of mine
Stars burn and shine as they die
I burn in the black of your eyes
And my lungs are like the two poles
With a frozen heart floating inside
Tonight I’m putting my pen aside
I’ll wear white as a sign for peace
Let’s make peace
Turn off all the lights
I don’t want to see your tears
Sweet inner child of mine
I’m scared of this poem
If I were to die on the streets
Would that change the world
Or would it change you?
Or are they both one and the same?!
The words which stray on your lips
Flow down my cheeks
Down the rivers
Down the springs
Down the perfect painting which is now
Ruined by the black tears
Of a depressed painting brush
Smudged all over the place
Like my thoughts all over this text
Like my never ending nightmares
And if you were to live my nightmares
You’d all suicide yourselves day and night
After being already put in the graves
Stars burn and shine as they die
I burn in the black of your eyes
And my lungs are like the two poles
With a frozen heart floating inside
Tonight I’m putting my pen aside
I’ll wear white as a sign for peace
Let’s make peace
Turn off all the lights
I don’t want to see your tears
Sweet inner child of mine
I’m scared of this poem
If I were to die on the streets
Would that change the world
Or would it change you?
Or are they both one and the same?!
The words which stray on your lips
Flow down my cheeks
Down the rivers
Down the springs
Down the perfect painting which is now
Ruined by the black tears
Of a depressed painting brush
Smudged all over the place
Like my thoughts all over this text
Like my never ending nightmares
And if you were to live my nightmares
You’d all suicide yourselves day and night
After being already put in the graves