The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Feel Good

Honestly, life is good,
Every day I think, it will be solved,
I think tomorrow I will change my mood,
Now I just let myself go, before I wouldn't have done that, I wouldn't have even imagined it.

She left me,
I didn't leave her,
She does not talk to me,
I won't talk to her anymore, now about that beer...

The burning beer of pleasure,
Found in every human being,
The one that makes us lie to ourselves, I'm sure it's that beer,
The beer with which I'm getting drunk and from which I am an alcoholic.

It's hot, it makes you feel pleasure,
But I'm not talking about porn,
I talk about what I once swore to do,
Now I don't remember what it was that I swore not to do, And no, she didn't cheat on me, she didn't nailed her horns.

I'm talking about everything that makes me feel bad,
Even though the song he has listened to the most is called "feel good",
I walk on thorns and nails, and the worst thing is that it is because I wanted to,
Now I regret it, my past self would be mad.

I'll say goodbye for today,
But not before writing two more.

Say it in that way,
wearing it while you represent it at the perfect hours,

scare them.

Scare them with your words,
put on your words,
Don't be late to say them,
Represent your fated words.