what if all this is just a lie ?
just ruins of myself, lost
i'm getting more tired day after day
passing by
all for your interest maybe
all for your attention
i blind myself with excuses i create
how i am supposed to be saved ?
smoking too much
maybe i'm just hiding i don't seem to realize it
paperlines, words, metaphors, semaphors
i'm only talking to myself
for whatever that is worth something
maybe i need someone
who is as damaged as me

and to trick myself again
that everything is in my head
we forget to talk to be real to be truthfull
hurtfull
bored
ignored

fuck...