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Lazyyyyyyyy

I wanna be……

Why should the world care

Ugly

Thats me

Just fuckin let me be…

I’ll return my friends

poetry is summoning me

its only time that has deserted me somewhere distant

 for now a maze is all that I can see

unconquerable is it?

I reject to accept this notion.

Now you want to torture me more, don’t you?

Cover my eyes and make me blind

Handicap me

Why does the world still seem bright?

hahahahahaha

The best you can do is murder me

Chant Murder Murder Murder

hahahahahaha

Oh the pain! Wow the pain!

Kill me now! I want to suffer!

I love to suffer in pain. 

a life is lived in understatements

words, sum up everything– entire things, entire times and lives

and we speak them words, as if their meanings did not matter

we talk, we make guesses, gossip and gossamer

weaving a life that did not happen, eroding bit by bit what "really is", making ourselves what we are not

we spoke in a way that wasnt ours, we made ourselves what we was not

and everyday, my friend, we pretended we was someone else

but we knew, between you and me, who we really were

we lived this life, of a hypocrite, without an option

but we confided in one another every night

we thought we’de preserved ourselves like this for always

now you’re not in front of me anymore

and you’ve become what you pretended to be

your hypocrisy was wonderful

it has won, and you’ve fooled yourself for ever

you’ll never be yourself again

i look at myself in the mirror, but i "know" not what i see

am i wearing a mask, or is this who i am

now you’re gone my friend, and i’ll never know myself again 

for too long, i’ve been pretending, and like you, i’ll never know myself again