jueves, 23 de septiembre de 2010

exogenesis - muse

I'm not happy... indeed, that's why I'm writting. There is shit in his head. Maybe that'd explain everything. Salvation seems further than he expected. Ha de escuchar Exogenesis y ponerse emo para que pase una hora y olvide tapando (nuevamente) el sol con un dedo. No sabe cuánto tiempo más estará así, ni siquiera quiere pensarlo, porque le dan miedo las conclusiones a las cuales (seguramente) llegará.

I DON'T BELONG. AND THAT'S A FUCKING PAIN IN THE ASS.

No sabe qué hacer, HE IS FUCKING TIRED OF ALL OF THIS. HE'S TIRED THE WAY HE IS THE WAY HE ACTS HE WANNA BE DIFFERENT HE WANNA THROW AWAY ALL THESE FEELINGS HE'S GOT INSIDE OF HIS HEAD AND START NEW... FRESH.

HE IS TIRED OF PRETENDING.
BUT TIRED OF PRETENDING WHAT? THIS IS WHAT HE IS
WELL, HE IS NOT SURE ABOUT THAT. ALL HE KNOWS IS THAT, SOMEHOW HE DOESN'T BELONG. HE IS NOT BELONGING AS MUCH AS HE TRIES AND TRIES. I AM DIFFERENT AND HE IS NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT. HE IS GOING TO CHANGE. HE MUST. HE WANNA BE NORMAL, GOING OUT LAUGHING WITHOUT CARING ABOUT WHAT OTHER MIGHT THINK ABOUT HIM. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T HE INVISIBILIZE THE REST? HE IS CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS, BUT THAT PISSES HIM OFF. HE IS TIRED. STILL HE LOVES HIMSELF BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HE IS A WEIRDO AND HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE THAT WAY!!

THERE IS NO EXCUSES

YOU GOT TO CHANGE

BREAK THE WALL, THAT SHIELD THAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE REST OR MAKE IT LESS VISIBLE, YOU NEED IT.
LOVE YOU.