When I think of saying that I love you,
I’d love to think of what I rally want to oviate,
For a massive social inmaturity,
after a love song.
When I’d had to talk about more important things
and more painful and more realistic
about victims of the social scourges
and the suffering which don’t let us know love,
we don’t feel capable of throwing the first stone,
and I bow down my head and I change the subjet.
Now I miss being a human being again.
Everybody needs to be a bit more sensitive
