Aren't you tired?
Tired of living,
Tired of looking in the mirror,
Thinking you're ugly,
Listening to the public,
Thinking they are breaking you.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of the corruption,
The death,
The cursing of names,
The depression of the new generation, because of social ideas.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of listen to people saying this is hip,
That's cool,
You have got to get this,
Nah... This is better,
That looks like ****,
You're old,
You're boring,
**** this or **** that?
Aren't you tired of being stepped on?
Aren't you tired of social akwardness?
Of the things people do, only because they want to get attention.
Of the things people will say, because they're scared of what other people may think.
Of the things people follow, to stay cool.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of living the same life as all the other people out there?
Aren't you tired?
If yes, then why not be your own person,
Why not break the rules and be special, be unique, be who you want to be?
If yes, then why not try and change it?

I was missing something,
Something so importand,
Something borrowed,
Something promised,  
Something intimate,
Something stolen,
Something secret,
Something fierce,  
Something sweet,
Something taken,  
Something deep,
Something new,
Something old.
I missed something.

Hush little baby, go to sleep,
Fall into a trance just so deep,
Onto a rock, onto a knife,
Slit your throat, take your life.
Cut open your heart,
Just know, the demon and the horror,
With you,
Will never part.
Hush little baby, die tonight,
Never to wake up, living in the fear,
Not able to shed a tear.

A feeling so soft,
A feeling so strong,
A feeling so light,
A feeling so deep.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.

Every step, everyday,
The moon would cry the day away,
Waiting for the moment,
The moment,
Where the sun would give his life,
Not by arrow, not by knife,
But by love,
Love for his moon,
Love for her life.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.

Okay fine.

Okay fine,
Now you are racist,
If you don't want to date someone other than your own race,
Just because someone else won't approve?

You are homophobic,
If you're not nice to gay or lesbian people,
Just because you were raised that way?

You are sexist,
If you don't like the other gender,
Because you have learned that your own gender are more supportive, reliable, compassionate, understanding or trustworthy than the other?

Okay fine,
There may be political problems,
But why care,
If your own country are too deep in the ****,
To get out?
- and no, helping won't solve it if racism, sexism or homophobia is still such a big deal!

Deal with gay or lesbian people,
They have excepted the fact that they may be wrong to love their own gender,
Why can't you?

Deal with people of the other ***,
You live in a world where you have to talk to both,
Talking to a gender you don't like,
Does NOT make you any more lovable or understanding,
It makes you human,
So get over the fact that the other *** may be worse than your own.

Racism,
Have you seen a white person tear up?
Have you seen a black person tear up?
Have you seen an asian tear up?
Have you seen a brown person tear up?
Have you seen a colored person tear up?
Have you seen an indian person tear up?
To either one of those, you must have said yes,
Have you seen any of those, who have cut themselves?
Do you know of any one of those, whom might have had smelled, tasted, heard or even die and decompose,
In any other way, than your own race?

We all have red blood,
We all decompose in the same way(taken the different ways of decomposing of a HUMAN),
We all have the same struggles;
Financial,
Love,
Peace,
Statuses,
Popularity,
Even more personal like illnesses.
How can you believe in the belief you do,
If you hate?
In a way, all of our beliefs are the same,
They are all linked,
Because it goes about peace and love!

Okay fine,
We are not all the same,
But we are.
We are all different,
But we aren't.
We all want to achive stuff in our lives.
Get over the fact that some people are darker or lighter than you,
This is the 21st century,
Get over yourself and the need to be better than anybody else or the need that you want to lable someone!

Do you understand the feeling of confusion?
Do you find the feeling of pain relieving?
Do you ever stop and think for a second,
That the new friends,
Keep quiet when the old ones are leaving?
Do you like the way you make love just an allusion?
Do you like the look of being blind?
Do you feel smart if you act stupid?
Do you feel good when others feel bad?
You cannot expect to know something,
If you get a question you don't know the answer to.
You cannot expect to get love,
If all you give,
Is hate.
You cannot expect to have the knowledge,
If all you do,
Is criticize the intellectually rich people who actually try so hard to give you something you never really had in the first place.
You cannot expect someone to cry over you,
If you are the one who caused them most of the pain.
The person crying, isn't crying because they are missing you,
They are crying, because you were too self-absorbed, too egotistical, too proud of your own achievements,
To see theirs.
You cannot expect someone to follow in your footsteps,
If you don't even have your own to create.
You cannot expect to always be happy,
If all you do,
Is to make others miserable.
You cannot believe just because you are such a beautiful human being,
That everybody will fall in love with you,
If they have only seen you once.
You cannot expect to have a life you always dreamt of,
If all you do,
Is destroy everyone else's, just to achieve yours.
You cannot have these expectations,
If you make the assumption that you may be better than anybody else.
You cannot have these expectations,
If you lose yourself in the deeds you do.
Know your surroundings and the people around you,
Before you start to assume that you can get something you never really deserved.
Don't expect to get something,
if you never gave anything.

Me: "Hello?"
All I ask is an answer back,
But never get one from where the voices come.
Me: "Who's there?"
All I want is a name,
Not for suffering, not for fame.
Me: "Please... Please just say something?"
I hear the voice,
I hear it wisper...
Me: "I can't... I can't hear you!"
Silence,
Not that soft, not that loud
The voice comes near, a gentle sound...
I hear it clearly.
Me: "What's this all about?"
All I hear next, is...
Get out.