Trying to be good, trying to be what you can while letting other on in your life, it cant work it seems. Nothoing brillant, just a false idea and a good illusion to lead me on. There is no serial stupidities working this way, only men and their half truth lies.
Couldnt stand where I thought I ought to be standing, instead I find myself stupid and blind, enough to believe what havent been said. Kindly stupid to believe happiness was in the end, a choice. Happiness is a fairy tale, and those who spun it are the one living on it.
There is no choice. There is no nothing. There is but a man trapped in his own head, and there was nothing people could do for me. Nothing at all.
A broken man would have a better chance to get back on his feet, but my wings are not broken, they are already burned out of my mind. There are nothing left for me to cry but tears head-on, then going back to the death of the usual life.
Once in a while, trying to be in a better state, a better person, just to try to be happy. Because we cant live alone, they say. Well, looks like the only way I can live is alone.
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