Twelve o'clock

I was deduced that I'll be the same,

But my current self wanted to change the history...

Up to my Caffeine Obsession these days,

Until somebody calls it aesthetic,

Everyone putting a show of console;

As they are the only reason why...

Where unsaid words take place,

Under their hidden miseries...

So at the twelve o'clock they were lying to their ownselves,

As their mornings were wedged in this endless July,

Touching some secret stories and the weather's giving good love;

But these Tuesdays are haunting their gluttonous happiness...

Again at the twelve'o clock they were doing that crime,

As it took some magic to be this fine,

But the efforts left a permanent sign, framed by time;

And I love it but its ruining mine...

Thinking of talking all, but she won't meet him;

Another Twelve o'clock, lost in heaven;

Later, shifts to hell... But I don't really care,

And the story of three is up until they become interfered, interfered and interfered with each other...