This is fresh...fresh as in five minutes ago. I was inspired to write this after sending an email to a nice guy I think I'm becoming friends with. I tried to explain to him that I am not what everyone thinks I am and that my approach to certain instances was actually very basic and very shallow.
This is not a part of the Wrong Star series, but if its real title was written normally and not as a "code", it could easily be mistaken as a part of it...so I might end up including it after all.
What is 3-7? A date? Nope, a word. A noun. Can be a verb with an adverb if you separate it. Funny enough, the word itself does refer to some kind of...separation.
3-7, 3-7, to si ti,
to si ti,
bićeš tu zauvek,
bolećeš sve više i više,
podvodićeš sve više i više,
škodićeš sve više i više,
razočaravaćeš sve više i više
3-7, ti, moja izgubljena mladost
Moja mladost izgubljena na izgubljenog.
3-7, 3-7, that is what you are,
That is what you are,
You're going to be around forever
And hurt more and more,
Bewitch more and more,
Harm more and more,
Delude more and more.
3-7, you, my wasted youth
My youth wasted on the wasted.