Well everybody loves a joke but no one likes a fool...
…Ideals…
Ideals… just words
Useless entities,
Too conceptual to be real,
Too perfect to be taken seriously.
What was worth fighting for, then?
Who needs them?
Growing up they become more and more hopeless
Just as you are.
They fly further from you every time you try to catch them
Until you give up
Then they become unreachable and they fade away
With your trust, your faith, your beliefs…
New ways to make you feel a loser
New ways to demonstrate that life isn’t made for you…
Or that you aren’t made for life…
Whatever…
They were right.
What was worth fighting for, then?
What was worth dying for, then?
They are the ones worth living.
Not you.
You don’t deserve it.
You were impure, they were not.
You are the sinner.
You.
And now, you’re finally here,
Get closer. Don’t be afraid, I’m a martyr, just as you.
Look me in the eyes.
Tell me… how does it feels?
The world through her eyes.
Well… it seems I totally can’t make happier stuff… not even when I feel anarchist…
I'm listening to some Warning songs, it seems they're taliking to me.
I'm paranoid.
*Frankita*