Ice cream

I’m walking on the Rocky Road
singing songs to myself
The sound in the background
are coming from my heart
It’s the sound of broken pieces
rumble around in my stomach somewhere

While I’m walking on the Rocky Road
I write poems and rimes
and I do bass sounds with my shoes
but it don’t makes any sense at all
And the mirrorglass street
tries to tell me to be stong

And I’m walking on the Rocky Road
the road with no end
Singing songs to forget my life
Playing and protecting to be some one else
Try to making the heart pieces cut up my stomach
If the do, I’m not sad no more, I’m alive no more


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