Michał Ziętara

Michał Ziętara

Michał Ziętara
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I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy, To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing, I go up to the ceiling, Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding, I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking, Why it's got to be like this, is this living free, I don't want to be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness, Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy, To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing, I go up to the ceiling, Then I feel my soul start leaving, like an old man's hair receding, I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking, Why it's got to be like this, is this living free, I don't want to be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness, Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

Also, "when I was younger I would hit trees with sticks and yell STOP HITTING YOURSELF!  :sigh:  Now I just pay bills 'n' stuff"

Also, "when I was younger I would hit trees with sticks and yell STOP HITTING YOURSELF! :sigh: Now I just pay bills 'n' stuff" <<< Also, "Giving birth n' stuff"