.someday i will show the world who i am
.what i'm worth
.what i can do
...what i know,what i want
.someday i will do whatever i want to do, and not what people want or expect me to do
.i'll sing, i'll dance, i'll shout, and i won't care
.i'll love, i'll hate, i'll write about anything and about nothing
.i know i can do it if i want to, i just need a chance to prove myself
.there are so many things i've always wanted to do and never had the time, the power or the courage
.and now it's not the time, because i'm too scared, about everything
?what if i'm not good enough? not worthy enough
.so many chances that i missed, that passed me by and i didn't take
.it's all too complicated. i'm too complicated
.i can't do this
.i want to do those things, but i can't
.i wish i could cry whenever i'd like to
.no judgement, no feelings, doesn't matter if happy or sad, just me and my tears
.and the fact that i'm crying doesn't mean anything. it shouldn't mean anything
.it's just a way to let it all out
.the only problem in crying is everybody else
!once your crying, it's the end of the world
?but what if nothing's happened
?what if i'm crying just for the...cry itself
.nothing is real anymore
.no matter how banal it sounds, it's true
.not cry or laughter, wisdom or stupidity, not even music
.if there is one thing i thought will always stay real, it's the music, but even that's became all fake
the alleged "artist" of today are just people with a lot of black under their eyes that like to do noise. a lot of noise that means nothing.
!oh, beside 'i want to kill myself' , 'i'm so fucking sad', i mean, give me a break
a long long times ago the music was real, and not some three chords and some ugly guy that says how much the world sucks.
!we all know how the world sucks
we don't need your description! we can understand that you are ugly, so your trying to hide it by putting a lot of make up, but guess what!
!it's not helping
.your ugly, deal with it. don't let the rest of the suffer with you
.god i'm pissed
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