This is always been the same
dreaming
I find what I look for
It's funny
what I dream
it's not what I need
It's hidden in a friend. It's hidden in a friend.
Without a capital letter
I will hate
doing more
of that shit.
This is not a poem.
I'd prefer my friend of drugs
I'd sing that song forever.
She's coming home tomorrow
and I love her.
From love to hate?
I prefer not to
give a fuck.