every lover you have in your life
is part of your life
every lover you have in your life
is the moment after or before
your life and their life too
eternal kiss
rory laughing
the rip blue jean in the car
i am not gay at all
you know that
donald say oh yeah
the curl hair and blue eyes
his brother with his girlfriend in his apartment
donald know the smell of bachelor
living
and the rip blue jean room of the guitar
player poster
and the notes book full of lyrical
the picture of dark horse
draw when he was twelve
how old you are
donald asked
rory didnt answer the question
what we know
shirt off
at the corner of the door
dark
rory laughing
the rip blue jean in the car
i am not gay at all
you know that
donald say oh yeah
the curl hair and blue eyes
his brother with his girlfriend in his apartment
donald know the smell of bachelor
living
and the rip blue jean room of the guitar
player poster
and the notes book full of lyrical
the picture of dark horse
draw when he was twelve
how old you are
donald asked
rory didnt answer the question
what we know
shirt off
at the corner of the door
dark
i breath in
every morning
it was something
as i went out again
for ocean air
returning to the room
with pattern of title
i follow with my feet
and touch one to another
then feel
my wanderlust again
invisible
people
could be seen
we could have allow
different people
we grow heartless
to the different
we make different
people invisible
when you seen people
it will make
the world
better one way or another
the giant
hidden in the world
more
nobody cant seen giant
or wanted to
or wanted to be seen
inside we just
feel like lost giant
who confused by the world
and dont
want to be a follower
in the world
just
stay on your course
just
stay on your dream
do not weak
from your dream
stay on your course
you will make it
the world will get better for you out there
the dove
there
can seen there
somewhere near the window
nobody can t seen the dove
really want to
flying by the window
may there peace in world one day
drum
remain stronger
voice still active
freedom
weak hang on
bow before his brother
smile then
pain
cracking through his voice
found his freedom
found his smile
sad
a beat of drum
the boy
with blue skin
almost
is innocent
and seen the world
only
of blue wallpaper
of his bedroom
the boy
with blue skin
almost is
silence
by wind
blowing against his blue skin
haven
is itself
to itself
