Wrote It For India
Mira Eye Blooms
Pretty one
You are being so silly
But attractive although
You wait for them to go out
And transform into who you are
Happy and free
You put the computer in front of you
And search for stuff you shouldn't
That's sad, baby, that's really sad
And you take off all of your clothes
And lay down in your white bed
And put your cellphone
So everyone can see
What do you like to be
And the screen of your cellphone
Will never be brightest than your pleasure
Movements
Sounds
And the fire in your eyes
Veins
And hidden places
And now they all know you
And now they all know you
And there's no comeback
There's no comeback
That's sad, baby, that's really sad
We live in a wonderland
And this wonderland needs to have limits
Because they all are exposing themselves
For any goddamn reason
And this screw up with their lives
Time to put limits on their freedom
It's time to a revolution
It's time to