a man ... a drop of rain... just dust in the wind...
i hurt myself today... i realised i still feel... aparently the pain... is the only thing that's real...
and i remember everything....
i remember the power... the anger.... the will.... i remember the fear of loosing self more than anything else...
what have i become, my sweetest friend....
i've met a new world , of money, of stench.... of power of the wicked.... it was here all along, but only recently i took part of that misery... i was a member, i was a pown, i was a puppet in the hands of the man with the money... money made me safe, money made me worth something....money keeps the world go round... i took a stand, the wrong stand... and i left, remaining all alone, and poor, and jobless, hopeless, maybe...
what have i become, my sweetest friend....everyone i know goes away in the end....
you put your trust in me, in my love, in my brain... you are soo unlucky, dear, for i am lost, a sinner, a pittifull looser, nothing to love, nothing to admire, nothing to respect... i am but a carcass of once a man....
what have i become, my sweetest friend... time will kill me.... time will have me eventualy.... put your trust in a new start, not in a convicted looser, born to hurt and die....
i will let you down, i will make you hurt
please know that all i am, all that still remained will protect the love you have for me, but bare in mind, my time is short, my life will soon be ended, one way or another... to leave you would be better, but i cannot force myself to part from all this joy and power you provide... i am sorry, my friend....
if i could start again, a million miles away, i would kill myself, i would find a way...
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