This is turning into a routine for me.
Again I receive a low blow.
These depressions often do not do me well.
You do not do me well.
If I was as you everything would be so perfect.
But I do not want to be equal to you.
You are hypocritical and embittered, but you do not demonstrate to be like that.
You believe that I do not know who you are,
but I know who you are more than you.
I cannot keep on living like that.
If only they would respect me, being ugly being pretty...
What is the difference?, if everything is already lost.
My heart breaks every day to that I listen that one more person
it delivers to me an insult. They do it with jollification, enjoying my sorrow,
but I am a person, but they don?t know how I am, they don?t know?
My sorrow increases...
Whenever I realize that it has no sense
To keep on fighting...
To live with entire indifference towards the persons
That detest me...
Only because I am not equal to them.
I say to them:
Lose you! Lose you?
It is not that it wants to be with them,
but for of this one damned body,
I cannot know the people, cannot chat.
It does not have sense that keeps on living like that,
but I do not want to die,
I want to be only happy, and volvar and to fly and to fly until the end,
until a beam divides me to the half,
and I remained really alone. I
I prefer continuing ... forward.
Damned psychopaths!
They do not understand what feels that they cheat you and cheat you until you die of the pain, of the suffering that you feel on having seen the happy faces of the persons that one day you wanted and do not want to remember never, never, never never again?just
My sorrow increases...
Whenever I realize that it has no sense
To keep on fighting...
To live with entire indifference towards the persons
That detest me...
Only because I am not equal to them.
I say to them:
Lose you! Lose you?
Lose you?
Please lose you? leave me alone?
Lose you?
Lose you. Lose you, lose you, lose you!
Damned psychopaths!
They do not understand what feels that they cheat you and cheat you until you die of the pain, of the suffering that you feel on having seen the happy faces of the persons that one day you wanted and do not want to remember never, never, never never again?just
My sorrow increases...
Whenever I realize that it has no sense
To keep on fighting...
To live with entire indifference towards the persons
That detest me...
Only because I am not equal to them.
I say to them:
Lose you! Lose you?