Oprimist

I take a fork and rip my chest and take my heart for you.
Please be with me, please be my guest, no matter where: the room next door, or at my concert sitting somewhere in the darkness.
I torture camomile, tearing off its petals, the flowers is going to die in pain, but tell the truth
In love,
Like butterfly, I’m flying to the light, so high above the roof
 Oh shit!  It hurts, lamp burned my wings, and the flower lied
I tumbled, lying on the floor, and i reside in hell,
What for?
Whatever, u r gone
But never mind,
Get up!- I told myself, then  had a cup of tea, and now I am coming up to yours...my sugar pea.
I take a fork and rip your chest though there's no heart I guess
But that’s ok; I'll take all bullshit which u used to say
and put it there instead and mend.
Oh yes, and then I sell you, then will buy myself a flat
And that’s what I call optimist-to find all good in bad
Ah, by the way, for change I get, I'll buy a cat and lovely pair of boots
Sometime I wish we had more bitchy brutes...