First beat I want to live
Two three I want to spill
All my love all my will
I want to breath, sing, feel
What is all this at four
If I can’t find something to die for
Five and six I’m halfway there
But I don’t know where
Numb, stiff, I’m sick
Seven, when will it end?
Life or heaven
I don’t fit in either
Tragic, a soul in the attic
body in the living room
Fake like plastic
Eight, Wait, can I go back
forward is a setback
and at nine
I realise
Nothing was mine
Nothing was me
a tenant of my life
I finally see it , ten
life was a painful dream
Not a nightmare in the least
So I go to sleep
I won’t weep
My heart beat is now
a dead beat

~ Roméon🪦 ~