All The Kisses In The World

I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.

now,
tell me,
what is it
you expect from me.
what is it
that you want.
who,
or what
am i?


now i wonder,
if each "i'm sorry"
is a bunch of lies,
and each "accident"
is a motive.

tell me,
right now.
because i need
to leave,
for my freedom,
for my friends.

so you got your turn,
when is it going to be mine?