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