I stumbled across my wrongs Their shapes were spiky, they crumbled Where shades mixed, they troubled There is a pleasure I hate taking the measure I’d rather let you feature I stumbled across my wrongs I was blind but happy, they babbled Ended sharing hands, a few troubled We love doing what we want Isn’t it easy, to destroy it all? In this path, I hope I don’t fall They mix with the dark People don’t want to see the light They rather listen to a blind describing the fight I woke up I felt worked up I melted while I spit up Everything I said Everything I did Everything I think It was all a dream The forest path I dream The blind I meet I close my eyes, I rather fight I came back, but it was light I hate not being right