Ruined families.

Fathers, drowned in alcohol.
Mothers, hooked up with every single guy.
Kids, afraid of every shadow,
Finding help in any kind of drugs.
Ruined families, in every block

Paths.

When you have to choose between two possible ways,
The easy one and the hard one, which will you cross?
I always take the hard one. Is it the adventure?
Is it the mystery? Maybe.
It is the sense of being capable of anything.
That’s for sure.

No sleep.

Tell me your secret about making this amazing coffee.
Am I doing something wrong?
You make every drop count.
I think I’m addicted to your coffee.
Lately I can’t find something to thrill me.
Since you’ve been gone I wish this coffee to last forever.

Truth III

By saying words in raw without meaning,
You are a philosopher in idiot people’s eyes.