Poème:To Know Yourself Before To Know Some Thing Out

A nonsense probably can’t tell the truth ; why ?
A getting a no share from the mocking in new lies,
Use just the love, in an isle of ruin side
You’ve been, o little backing, turns too far,
Listen too your hurt
In the wild when they’re do
Listen too your hurt
These notion, either can’t do
I know when I’ll be going
And I’ve not got time
Listen too your hurt
Because, this can learn you « bye »
Sometimes you wonder even this act is worth lie,
These sentence more than add or lost in the tide,
They’re let me in, about, is what if seems,
To knowing holes holding,
In your dreams,
Listen too your hurt
In the wild when they’re do
Listen too your hurt
These notion, either can’t do
I know when I’ll be going
And I’ve not got time
Listen too your hurt
Because, this can learn you « bye »
And there are choices,
Than ever be « word »,
To choosing something,
To be add for the world,
Some kind of fragile,
They’re turn you lost been,
When you’re wild, either,
Than the will,
Listen too your hurt
In the wild when they’re do
Listen to your hurt