Why if everyhting is alright
am I insecure?
Why 'f I try everything in my might
so incontent?
In the middle of the night,
in search of the light,
my hand holds a lantern,
I, fool.
Parts of my actions want to learn,
parts to forget.
All directions I could turn,
but what should I let?
I know I don't know,
that's all I need to know,
I wanna not know even more,
I, fool.
In the middle of the night,
in search of the light,
my hand holds a lantern,
I, fool.
I know I don't know,
that's all I need to know,
I wanna not know even more,
I, fool.
pepé: lettermenger.
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