Like children

Maybe i am terrible
maybe i am good.
But your love to me is impossible.
Our world is like a childhood.

Do you really want me so?
You are such a perfect
But you're open with me so
Your motivatoin for me are nondirect

And again I write love poems
And again I'm going to
Remove you out of my head.
Maybe start writing loses poems
I shouldn't probably going to
But again in the p3-player Radiohead

It can be in my blood sin and blame
Amd I'm contagious, whether you care for
But your desire is the same
Tell me what all this is for?

Again I play ma fiddle
Everybody likes it, but
You see what is inside, but
You play along with your fiddle

But when we're alone
We tear away the masks
And remain innocent children alone
They answer the truth, let's go, asks!

So what are you waiting for?
You're lying to youself and me,
As well, as I, so take care for
Yourself, because after all, army
Of all my sins and blame
Will now torment us
it will throw in flame
But it will be like us