Nothing In Particular
Runnin' across the god's non-existence,
tumblin' over an amended heart,
and makin' it bleed until fall apart.
Nothing in particular: the heart is mine.
Dreaming now and then with no consequence,
i'm not that innocent, well, not anymore.
I still believe in love coz... I don't know why,
and dropping' some tears, but only sometimes.
Livin' in a bubble of non-providence.
I said there was nothing in particular here.
I'm mad as a hatter, yeah, that's how I am...
Drinkin' some tea at five a.m.