Rotten Fruit

Come and fill your cup up

Looking for that good stuff

Well, “good stuff”

Good stuff to you


Once you take your cup up

Birds will chirp your mourning


it’s a summer fresh tune


Living life with no reason

Summer chills not in season

There’s never a case for your treason


It’s something I don’t believe in


I’m begging you and my god

Stop the madness, it’s flawed

Don’t you know that isn’t true?

I have been saving my whole life for you

And you’re running away from it too

Like rotten fruit.