Little Boy
You waste your life on worthless people
Gods, I love you
Gods, I need you
You hear it without words
Your eyes speak languages you have not learned
We could die.
We could be a religion
Throw it away, little boy
We both die the same death in separate graves
You waste your life without direction
Please get focused
Please be present
The universe takes back its gifts if they are not used
You could fly
You could be a religion
Why do you walk away from destiny
I waste my love on little boys
Gods, I love you
Gods, I need you
You feel it without touch
You feel my presence when I am not there
Piss it away now
I can't change your life or your love or your mind
We could be alive
We could be in love
We dream the same darkness and die in the sun
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