It's wrong yet people can't get,
Restricting things, people, habits
It won't change the world inside them,
It's still the same the one they grew up with,
I'm here can you come to me?
While I'm waiting, pale white, for you,
Can you pretend I'm fine?
I made mistakes, can you see me all over again,
Let's be honest and get back like always,
You'll find me on the pathways, only if you want, only if it still matters to you,
Only if it ever did Matter to you,
I'm cutting and cheering
carving and paining besides painting my walls for things to show up again,
Let's don't wait for Christmas,
Let's create our own mistletoe.