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FAKE
Crushed the windows of three cars on my way home
Running from sirens
Not my style
Not my style at all
But I felt like it had to be done
As I ran I embraced some sort of relief
I sat down on a bench
I asked myself
Do I really want to go home?
Do I want to come home again?
Can someone like me find solace at a place where I should belong?
Let me ask you...
Have you ever felt alone, despite being surrounded by people
Have you ever felt like they lie
As they tell you that they "look up to you"
Have you ever wanted to surprise them?
I realized today how fake I am
The incredibly sad fact that I don't dare to exit the door to my house
Without disguising myself in the lie that I have become
Even if the ones who care aren't many
Even if the majority of it resides in my head
It still stands as true
I want you to read it and laugh it off
It would put us on a similar level
Because it's what I would do too
How is it possible to care if you can't relate?
How can you feel sorry for someone who you don't know?
Isn't it fascinating
When someone you don't care about turns out successful
You view it as fate
When someone you hate turns out successful
You care mildly
But when someone you love turns out successful
You want it all to turn ablaze
What is envy
What is feeling peace of mind
What is being human
Which are the questions you should care about most
WHERE ARE THE ANSWERS?
I'm fake
And tonight I didn't want to come home again
I'm fake
So reassured in that fact
You have nightmares about who I am
You don't know me
Yet you want to dictate
You want me to know that what I am is not real
So why did I come home tonight
I don't know
But the sirens are still loud
And the people still lie asking
And I want to know
Why did I come home tonight?
/081204
Crushed the windows of three cars on my way home
Running from sirens
Not my style
Not my style at all
But I felt like it had to be done
As I ran I embraced some sort of relief
I sat down on a bench
I asked myself
Do I really want to go home?
Do I want to come home again?
Can someone like me find solace at a place where I should belong?
Let me ask you...
Have you ever felt alone, despite being surrounded by people
Have you ever felt like they lie
As they tell you that they "look up to you"
Have you ever wanted to surprise them?
I realized today how fake I am
The incredibly sad fact that I don't dare to exit the door to my house
Without disguising myself in the lie that I have become
Even if the ones who care aren't many
Even if the majority of it resides in my head
It still stands as true
I want you to read it and laugh it off
It would put us on a similar level
Because it's what I would do too
How is it possible to care if you can't relate?
How can you feel sorry for someone who you don't know?
Isn't it fascinating
When someone you don't care about turns out successful
You view it as fate
When someone you hate turns out successful
You care mildly
But when someone you love turns out successful
You want it all to turn ablaze
What is envy
What is feeling peace of mind
What is being human
Which are the questions you should care about most
WHERE ARE THE ANSWERS?
I'm fake
And tonight I didn't want to come home again
I'm fake
So reassured in that fact
You have nightmares about who I am
You don't know me
Yet you want to dictate
You want me to know that what I am is not real
So why did I come home tonight
I don't know
But the sirens are still loud
And the people still lie asking
And I want to know
Why did I come home tonight?
/081204
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