You, I, We, They, Are Fucking Lost.

Say, what have you got?
For the sinful years you’ve been living,
What have you got for us this time?

Zilch

Not a damn fixation,
Not a damn follower
Not a damn victory
Not a damn,
Damn, damn, damn,
Clue about your fucking life.

Pretend
Pretend all you can
Pretend For as long as you can
Pretend To whom ever you can
Pretend to be who ever you can,
Just fucking pretend,
To make it as your fake life.

Please

Please look at your life
Please don’t release your emotions on the walls
Please throw your iniquity thoughts away
Please let go of your revenge
Please, please, please
Don’t fucking jump down.

For now,

Stay close to them
Be happy with them
Share with them
Cry with them
They, they, they,
Are your fucking friends.

Fuck

Fuck them
Fuck their thoughts
Fuck their gossips
Fuck their feelings
Just fucking kill all of them,
Who betray the little heart of yours.

You, I, We, They, Are Fucking Lost.
What makes you think we’ll be happy again?



The world we’re in; the four walls of our lives, is no match to the world we’ve yet to discover. I find truth in that, friend.