Feels Dead..
Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar
Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive The unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite The meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul
After cutting my feelings that grew, I regret
After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
A depressed heart
A dirty lie
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The point is...you cant rewrite...you make it up as you go along but wouldn't it be nice, everyone around that you've disappointed all their hopes of mythical proportion, will be smiling,it would be ideal but i hate that...hahaha its so hard to please people...those who went straight....trying to squeeze meaning in their lives...but still just empty...just like me...sooner or later they'll be like me..
I miss her so much, she's the only one that gives meaning to me,i want to hold her in my arms,just hug her,it would make all the pain go away temporarily but what if she gets offended? what if she would think that im one of those people who are trying to take advantage of her?
what the fuck am i doing here...i should be dead, no amount of prozac could make make me go away unless it literally blinds and makes me deaf...no more shouting, no more anger....her voice will be no more, her beautiful face will never be...each end leads to another...
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar
Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive The unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite The meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul
After cutting my feelings that grew, I regret
After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
A depressed heart
A dirty lie
------------------------------------------------------------------
The point is...you cant rewrite...you make it up as you go along but wouldn't it be nice, everyone around that you've disappointed all their hopes of mythical proportion, will be smiling,it would be ideal but i hate that...hahaha its so hard to please people...those who went straight....trying to squeeze meaning in their lives...but still just empty...just like me...sooner or later they'll be like me..
I miss her so much, she's the only one that gives meaning to me,i want to hold her in my arms,just hug her,it would make all the pain go away temporarily but what if she gets offended? what if she would think that im one of those people who are trying to take advantage of her?
what the fuck am i doing here...i should be dead, no amount of prozac could make make me go away unless it literally blinds and makes me deaf...no more shouting, no more anger....her voice will be no more, her beautiful face will never be...each end leads to another...