Maybe it's just sex
let's call it art anyway
Why do I miss
What hurts
Just that love
fades away
Or can it be
Moving from object to subject
I'm becoming....
sell your rhymes
Time turns us... into something new
Nobody here
To tell you what you should do
Must we all
If we're to survive
Adapt
Retract
Can't go back
Live this life
When the one who calls
Isn't the one you miss
Remember he told you
That nothing is safe
And everything ends
