Maybe I should be drunk...
Maybe I should overdose...
To become like previously young,
To smell a red, hot rose.
Maybe I should cheat...
Maybe I should smoke...
To see less tears of It,
To do not God invoke.
Maybe I shouldn't touch...
Maybe I shouldn't kiss...
To do not suffer so much,
To be really free.
Maybe I shouldn't phone you...
Maybe I shouldn't read the silence...
To forget about the truth,
To kill my violence.
Maybe I shouldn't be...
Maybe I should dead...
To become more me,
To have my lips stretched.
Maybe I shouldn't love...
Maybe I should share myself...
To be hidden in a white glove,
To be like an Elf.
