“You sure got used to me, haven’t you?”

Omg!

As a fairy I lost my wings,

Had them in the back of all memories,

I lost my mind only to keep one friend!

I used to like playing with her,

If she taught me to lose,

Then I listened to her,

Only ‘cause I knew we were going off,

For me it’s totally fine, got great taste in all…

I know how to play around,

And so you know, I’ve got the matter of time,

I know the game when starting to play,

That’s the thing about using it, no, I don’t loose in vein.

When you’re going wrong I keep letting you go,

To me is all about time, not a perfect score.

When going back to fix it you forget another letter,

You’re also paying in time when it’s about to close.

It’s all about that one month

It was going crazy.

It’s all about the day

I decided to go free.

It’s not about perfect scores,

No one is heavenly,

I counted all in seconds before setting you free.

Don’t know what they think,

I’ll let go ahead,

Not a voice in my head,

Forcing me to stay away,

I must say I love to play,

I never let them get away.

Today I give you all of me,

Tomorrow you won’t hear

a thing from me.

I don’t want it to seem too real,

No,

You’ll se that tomorrow

you’ll be thinking about me.

Don’t take it like this,

that’s not properly,

You sure got used

to this usual irony

I play on you and me.