sábado, 8 de agosto de 1998

Early days

Sometimes I looked up

And saw the beauty

The beauty of a forgotten

The beauty of a forgotten world

A secret never been told

Where everything was so perfect,

So innocent, so pure, so natural…

Didn’t want to fell wrong.

Wrong as a lie

Wrong as a betrayal

Wrong as feeling cold

In this f****ng new world.


But I couldn’t stay there

Cause I belonged in the shadows

My body was infected

Infected by the society I hated

Infected by the ones I fought…


So I’ll carry on in pain,

Suffering like a caged madman

Crying like an unfeeded baby

I’ll be here

Among you

Miscomprehended…

Unwanted…

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