Why am I angry, am I angry at you, and hurt, without any
because or besides. Just me?

Because because of you
I am to be the one
who knows everything but has no on to tell it to.
I am to be the one
Always sitting aside and watching,
The one no one ever sees or remarks. Or cares.

Because because of you
I almost crushed a telephone
Once from hate and once fom joy.
Because you turned me crazy
And addicted to depression
'Cause you didn't think of me.

Disconnected from my friends
The ones before I loved you,
And you and her and all of them,
Are no anchor to catch.
And up there in your room
Listening to the music,
Death looked white and pure and good and nice,
I predicted the end of the world, Because tomorow I won't
wake up, and you won't either.
Thank You.




I dreamt tomorow everything would begin from 0, I saw
everything dark and only the strings waiting for the world
to be created. Mistake.