Alone again, my wonderful sadistic world
What I´m going to say, words that ever being heard
May I scream?
May I cry?
May I be nice?
May I be bad?
May I be Deceived?
May i be real?
I´m curse with the selfish, I love me until the point to hate me
I can hear the whispers
How to begin?
A word, a poeam, a song, a kiss, something about skin
something about me
something about everything
always the begin is hard to me
Always I´m afraid to the first step
But is necessary... I tear my self in two
in three in this blog, in other blog, in papers, in the web, in the school test, in the walls, in the srteet, in your skin, in every way, I´m going to be in all, ´cuz I´m going to born in many ways, and when my body dead, I´ll be still alive
I´m afraid to the first step, I´m afraid to born ´cuz I don´t wanna die...
Y grown my self in many little thing, And when this bitch start to disappear...
I´ll be more alive than ever....
EVERY DAY IS A FASHION SHWOW AND THE WORLD IS YOUR RUNWAY