Lost in this world

you missed in this world ...
I observe a blossoming flower ...
how to grows slow and changes shade.
Pictured in my mind ...
the flash of a progressive or regressive change constantly.
And I think how much everything is stupid...
as you always have to change to adapt to society
then you get lost and no find a self-nest.
And I think about how everything is decaying ...

The world, baby ... the cruelty of fate written.
If you are born blue rose, you can not live, you will die.
The world, baby ...
is grow and change shade of petals to fit,
or die alone in an unknown place.
The world, baby ...
a place for people that have afraid,
who run away believing to win
you missed in this world ...
where you have to escape from themselves to be free
where you have to hide the most beautiful flower in the manure.

As the seasons change,
the leaves from green to brown,
the cold wind then warm ... or rain or snow.
Not be other in the face of variations
Protecting your soul from the lies.
Do not die, stay stay ....
And I think about how everything is decaying ...

The world, baby ... the cruelty of lost fate.
If you are born pink blue, you can not resist, you die.
The world, baby ...
is grow and change shade of petals to fit,
or die alone in an unknow place.
The world, baby ...
a place for people that have imprisoned their right thoughts,
to make room for the wrong ones but acceptable...
you missed in this world ...
where escape you from themselves for to be free?
where hide you?

*you missed in this world, you not remember the smell that had the skin,
you forgot the taste of the courage, on a journey to look for yourself.
I can no longer hear the sound of the wind in evil days, the excitement and the warmth of a thought into nothing. You can not see the road in front of you: the fog is too thick and you can not touch it to put her away.*

And I think about how everything is decaying ...while we're lost.