What’s up?

What’s up?


Your face of failed philosopher, your tired eyes

You blame your life and useless people around us.

You really think that you are special,

You think I’ll give you one more chance

You may look great and be the coolest

But not for me, you’re not my man.

I’ve cleaned my life, refreshed my thoughts-

There is not happy end for us

You are too low or I’m too high,

It’s not your fault but it’s my choice.

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