Banyasz Hunor

black dot on a sheet of paper So heartfelt, with liquor in my hand Headphones on with the saddest song playing Do it all quick so your real feelings will fade No matter if it’s pills or drinks or a mix Just to numb the pain You do it all Instead to just accept your fate Romanticizing the madness The pressure you’re feeling It’s all society’s fault They made you they raised you Those eyes have been the only one controlled you But they didn’t put the bottle In your hand You’re the one to blame Instead of fighting back You let your soul be eaten Be better, be worthy Grow that seed until it becomes The whole field In this worn out weather Not even the rain is falling A mansion covered in dust Will all it’s treasures forgotten These notes of fruits,floral and nuts Is all you have Romanticizing the madness The pressure you’re feeling It’s all society’s fault They made you they raised you Those eyes have been the only one controlled you But they didn’t put the bottle In your hand You’re the one to blame Instead of fighting back You let your soul be eaten You write the whole essay Without mentioning it’s theme Cause the shame is there But restriction isn’t You love it in all this hatred If it’s damaged Why even bother to fix it? The wound will always be there And as soon as you touch it again It will bleed like before Like it’s brand new So heartfelt, the liquor is in my hand Headphones on, with the saddest song playing