Standing on the Tip of My Toes

You think I've said enough? Not even close There's too much to say to put it in a simple prose It sounds lame, I know, but it's the words I chose In protest, standing on the tip of my toes Standing on the tip of my toes Let me break the ice for a moment, let me interject Let me blow the plane and eject Want me to show you the world as it is? Nothing here is holy, everything is bliss It's so arrogant to claim that you were born for a cause Nothing here has meaning, unless you choose it does ((Crees que lo dije todo? Aún no Hay tanto que decir que no cabe en una prosa Suena tonto, lo sé, pero son las letras que elegí Protestando, parado en la punta del pie Parado en la punta del pie Déjame romper el hielo un momento, déjame interrumpir Déjame explotar el avión y salir Quieres que te muestre el mundo como es? Nada es sagrado, todo es placer Es muy arrogante pensar que naciste con proposito Nada aquí tiene sentido, a no ser que tú decidas que sí.))