From the bottom of my heart... fuck me. Fuck me and everything that surrounds me at the moment. I've had it with losing touch. I've had it with ruining a fragile balance that I'm building up every morning (and I'm oh so annoyed). Everything I do is trash, they say so.

Can I believe?

I can but I won't.

I've had enough with spilling my guts and turning everything into a worldwide tragedy, because I'm just a man. Nothing really matters if you're just a part of something bigger. Everything matters when you're just a li(f)e (and you've seen it all before) in someone's hands.

I am those hands. I am the broken hands and I'm not gonna lie about it. I need some surgery. Plastic surery for my ugly soul, they say so.

I can keep something only when I admire.
I can't not admire. I'm a block of words and empty spaces, dots and commas, but I'm a human. Still living and not lying, no more, not lying to anyone.

I'm silent most of the time. No, thanks, no one really cares about the feelings anymore.

Everybody wants to see a girl with ambitions and long hair and beautiful face AND FUCK YOU, HONESTLY.

I want to be myself. I'm nobody yet somebody who keeps repeating same old words from time to time.
Not i l
But closer than ever.

I'm only needed with money and my headphones on, I'm only needed when I'm successful, and that's it, family. I've had it.

Saying not i l
Or maybe just never showing i a f o l u

Joking around but not really

I'll never let go. No, not this time.

If the heavens ever did speak, you're the last true mouth piece.

Stealing words

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Literally, no. The Golden Gate isn't high enough for me, I'd rather drown, you own the oceans.
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Always homesick. A thousand songs that say that you're my home.