Is this sarrow real?
Could the world turn its back on me again?
Rain fall cries lonleyness,
And all ive got is some black chucks and me.
Forgive my namless glory,
I forgot the hell below me trembling,
Burning just to swallow me.
I can feel those lines in my eyes,
Scratching to get away,
Not enought just to know me now,
Its always something more than being,
My sourse of pain is my own presence...
Because everyone just wants to morph me,
Turn me grey to the world,
To be taken alive by the crouds.
Everyone wants to pull me in,
Drown me in the same exspectance of reality,
But something keeps fighting in me,
To push those feelings away,
Even to the end of the road, where the stop sign stares,
I cant keep pretending,
Everyone loves me for me in a life of underminded society