Scrubbers

By Бонапартист Нуартьє

Written 2019-07-20

I saw everything you had done 

I understand who you are

I was wrong 

Could not stand 

Against her ability to pretend

Don't delude me

Yeah, do not destroy me


I used to love such thought patterns

But also I lived in a clover of dystopia 

I was wrong 

I won't go on 

And life's going on 

I have to find 

The right path 


She lied to faces of people

She enjoys her self-opinion

She's wrong 

And she'll cry 

But I don't know why 

She needs this game 

Such a silly game

Flow