Here's to those who thought you knew me.
Here's to those who thought you knew me, I'm like 36 views of Mt Fuji, ashamed of this way that I behaved, call me what you like.
Part of me thought I was getting a point across, the other half felt uncomfortable, and vulnerable. Inadequate and insecure. All I wanted was for people to see where I was coming from, but all they were seeing was something that was more selfish - someone with wants and needs.
This is the raw and real truth. This is the truth, with grunge and grit in the rust patterns. This is the years of age and decay, and this is the outcome.
My efforts of being that person I want to be isn't that easy. I want to transform into someone that's better than this, but to do so I have to have the overview of my past wiped clean. Some things today are still with me to the point of it being a problem, a burden, a hindrance on my being a better person to live and cope with - but not only just me, also the people living with me, living around me, being a part of my life. I am ashamed of the way that I have behaved recently. In the past week I have been more paranoid than anything to what people might be saying about me.
Why should I fucking care? It's raw and real truth. It's something I was conscience of doing and I am now paying for it. People talk. Consequences are not nice, but nor was what I was doing. To myself and to others.
We are now gaining ground by this that you hear, call it what you like, call it what you like.
If being a better person means changing some things about me, then so be it. Change the way that I am insecure. Alter my perceptions. Fiddle with my mind. Make it something that's new, that's going through a metamorphosis. Because there is no way in hell I'm going back now. I can't go back now.
I'm like a nomad and this is my tribe.
The people around me at the moment are my tribe. KAOS is my tribe. KAOS are my people. Everyone in my eyes is equal. They should be treated as such.
I'm getting rid of the rust of my past and putting some new stuff in. Call it what you like. A mid-life crisis? A reality check? A metamorphosis? A transformation?
Call it what you like.
Part of me thought I was getting a point across, the other half felt uncomfortable, and vulnerable. Inadequate and insecure. All I wanted was for people to see where I was coming from, but all they were seeing was something that was more selfish - someone with wants and needs.
This is the raw and real truth. This is the truth, with grunge and grit in the rust patterns. This is the years of age and decay, and this is the outcome.
My efforts of being that person I want to be isn't that easy. I want to transform into someone that's better than this, but to do so I have to have the overview of my past wiped clean. Some things today are still with me to the point of it being a problem, a burden, a hindrance on my being a better person to live and cope with - but not only just me, also the people living with me, living around me, being a part of my life. I am ashamed of the way that I have behaved recently. In the past week I have been more paranoid than anything to what people might be saying about me.
Why should I fucking care? It's raw and real truth. It's something I was conscience of doing and I am now paying for it. People talk. Consequences are not nice, but nor was what I was doing. To myself and to others.
We are now gaining ground by this that you hear, call it what you like, call it what you like.
If being a better person means changing some things about me, then so be it. Change the way that I am insecure. Alter my perceptions. Fiddle with my mind. Make it something that's new, that's going through a metamorphosis. Because there is no way in hell I'm going back now. I can't go back now.
I'm like a nomad and this is my tribe.
The people around me at the moment are my tribe. KAOS is my tribe. KAOS are my people. Everyone in my eyes is equal. They should be treated as such.
I'm getting rid of the rust of my past and putting some new stuff in. Call it what you like. A mid-life crisis? A reality check? A metamorphosis? A transformation?
Call it what you like.