I could be a rock star.
I could be brilliant.
I could be amazing.
I could be loved.
I could be every FUCKING thing I want.
However… I am a coward.
I’m so stupid I could bury myself in the sand.
Deal with that. Or not.
I walked down the streets.
Good thoughts were inside my head.
I ran and I ran. And I ran more.
I was looking for me.
My legs were going to explode.
Anyway, I had a very good reason to go on.
I was running from someone that wasn’t me.
I have a long journey to walk, I know.
But today, I feel whole. Complete.
I guess I found myself.
What I am feeling
Deep here inside.
I know I shoudn’t care about the way other people think
Or pay attention on what they dream for me
But what am I gonna do?
How can I tell something like that?
What about the people I love and care about?
How can I admit this feeling?
I’m not so sure of it, though
But I know it is here
Inside of me
Burning til I die
Ready to comes out
Need to scream my lungs out
But seriously, how? How?
Sometimes I wanna die
I could simply die only to end this pain
But then I remember of my family
Of my friends
Of all the people I love and care about
(hold on! breathe for a while!)
Feelings may be dangerous
And they could be fatal
I have so many things to rearrange
To think about it
And mainly how to finish the right way
Everything must come to an end.
When this is going to end?
(hold on again)
I should be careful
I should be patient
Try to end this pain
Putting all my suffering
All my sadness
In something good
Something I can do well
Just wanna be great
I fear this isn’t going to end.
This is not going to end so early.
And you should know one thing:
I’m afraid of the last chapter.
And I need some answers
Sometimes I feel I dont need them
But I need to know, actually.
No matter how painful they can be.
Inside my heart
There’s a lot of mess
I’d give my two decades of life
To have a little peace of mind
I’m begging you:
For what I am
For the things that I do
For the things I’m not so sure about.
Life isnt easy, buddie.
How can I finish this pain?
Just tell me
How can I love my fucking way?
I’m a X
But they want to turn me into a Y.
Now can you understand what I am feeling?
Deep here inside.