Rough is too much wrong
Too much wrong is never too much
For I, is to much tuff
Life is always too much, but let us limit and not bring up
The fact that life is the world, and the world is insuperable

I’m superb
I know you are not able, I know she is disable,
for sure my ex is unstable
You were just right
Not too much and not too rough

Hide and seek, I didn’t look
I swear I never looked for you, I swear that day
One hand on my chest
My chest with two breasts, never more and never less
Bring up
Bring up
A painting on the wall
I swear I never looked for you
I didn’t sit, I didn’t stand, I did as you said
Flat on the floor, that was your task
But as an artist as you are
The task, you never asked
I were never your painting on the wall