quarta-feira, 31 de março de 1999

Who am I?

Sometimes I wonder why I write

Maybe because I can’t do anything right

I’m an asshole with will to change

But something stops me: I’m the same.

I like who I am, other people don’t

I like playing stupid, other people won’t

I hate my pain for what they feel,

Can’t sleep at night cause I ain’t real.

If I change myself to please them,

I won’t be able to look at the mirror.

If I just stay the way I am

I’ll live alone and bitter…

Don’t want to vanish to escape

Cause to feel, to exist,

It’s better than nothing at all…

terça-feira, 30 de março de 1999


Waking up, staring at the sky

I see the clouds and imagine no feelings

A neutral world, where people are high

The perfect set if you wish not to cry.

I’m fed up with people who fight

Always and always, just to show greatness

I fight for my friends, happiness and myself

So I’ll fly to where I’m high

Cause no feelings, means no fight.

quarta-feira, 3 de março de 1999

Save the world

Chasing my happiness,

Fighting my despair,

Facing loneliness,

Whatever is fair…

Even if I could,

I won’t fight people.

Even if I should

Protect my future…

Won’t throw a punch,

Won’t throw a word…

Following a hunch,

Which can save the world.

segunda-feira, 1 de março de 1999

History class

Why do I wake up?

Maybe because I’m tired of sleeping...

Why do I get dressed?

Because I’m afraid to show my dick?!

Why do I study?

Hopeless tries to earn money without working,

In the future.

Why do I go out at night?

To forget the day I had.

Why do I put up with stupid teachers?

Because I lack the guts to face them.

Why do I care for everybody?

Because I’m naive.

Why do I suffer this much?

Because I’m a compulsive sinner.

Why am I writing this?

Cause I can ear my teacher no longer.