Poison

Do you think it’s poison? I believe it’s a cure
Is it a common point between me and you?
Are we defending our idiosyncrazy?
Are we maybe thinking we still wanna get crazier?
Would it be because, we’re in a wrong direction?
Could it be a cause for our too many questions?
Is it a shame not to know what we can win and lose?
Are we to be blamed for this and for the whole world, too?
Should we reject life, in perfect empathy?
Or give everyone time and make it sweeter?
Well it seems like addiction to the human weakness
It’s like a self-restriction to what could be called happiness
And we still need more time to understand ourselves
We are like we are, there’s nothing else we meant,
One day we shall have learnt, how we have to like ourselves
And we’ll share everything, and we’ll share everything else
We know we need more time, to understand ourselves
We are like we are, there’s nothing else we meant
One day we shall have learnt, how we have to love the best
And we’ll give everything, and we’ll give all the rest
Can you think of a reason, I believe it’s too pure
Too much imagination makes you feel insecured
Our backbones are bending, drawing up to the ground
Our deepest feelings like joining lips of a wound
Do we run along life, ruining it sometimes?
Do we surf on our worse lies, trying to make them die?
Preserving our aloofness, pretending not to guess
It’s a matter of decision, not a question of illusion
And we know we need more time to understand ourselves
We are like we are, there’s nothing else we meant
One day we shall have learnt how we have like ourselves
And we’ll share everything and we’ll share everything else
Do you think it’s poison? I believe it’s a cure
Is it a common point, between me and you?
Are we defending, our idiosyncrazy?
Are we maybe thinking we still wanna get crazier?
Would it be because, we’re in a wrong direction?
Could it be a cause for, our too many questions?
Is it a shame not to know, what we can win and lose?
Are we to be blamed for this, and for the whole world, too?
Should we reject life, in perfect empathy?
Or give everyone time and make it sweeter?
Well it seems like addiction, to the human weakness
It’s like a self-restriction, to what could be called happiness
And we still need more time, to understand ourselves
We are like we are, there’s nothing else we meant
One day we shall have learnt, how we have to like ourselves
And we’ll share everything, and we’ll share everything else