domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012


My head is a mess
Nothing makes sense
Random thoughts comes to my mind
I can’t think straight

Becoming the monster I’ve always hide
It’s coming out slowly but strong
I can’t hide it anymore
I’m nothing you expected me to be

People say I’m nice and interesting
Bitch, I aint that much
I’m just so fucked up
That you think is intriguing

And fuck these voices inside my head
They’ve been messing me around for so long
Telling me what to do, what to show
What to be, what to forgive, what to explore.

Sometimes I found myself in silence
Contemplating the universe itself
Then my egos strikes back at me
We’re tired, we must be careful.
Fuck this. We're changing subject again.

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