Twenty Out of Ten

My nothing in particular, my nothing but erratic
With a tendency to disappear and a bit overdramatic
Neon signs and ceaseless sounds composed her graceful fever
A clandestine marauder with a face that made me shiver

Her mind began to shatter, she left, she did not try
Three white crosses, two white flags and a one white lie
Needlessly exaggerated promises were violated
And undoubtedly she'll end up with another flaw

Life behind those wistful eyes
The frail strike again
The coy become the wicked
The twenty out of ten

The beauty in complexity
Always gets the better of me
Can't look back but
I will not participate
In what's got me to this state
In what's remaining of her fate

Life behind those wistful eyes
The frail strike again
The coy become the wicked
The twenty out of ten
Life behind those wistful eyes
My life forever more
My nothing in particular
Is nothing like before



Credits
Writer(s): Aleksander Sobecki
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