No one gets me.. Not even my own mother. And that’s okay, cos no one really is supposed to get anyone. Where would all the fun in life be if we got people? There wouldn't be any fun.. life is an experiment, and throughout this experiment we test ourselves. We learn, we love, we hate, we cry and sleep and die and pass out and embrace and live.. all at one time. We learn throughout the experiment the true essence of ourselves, but never of other people. And maybe in the end, we never did quite figure ourselves out.

Who was I and what was I doing? I had learned that I was one of the many people who have been lost. We were all trying to figure out something big and great. And perhaps we did figure it out.. Maybe we were all just too blind to see it.

I don't remember what to call the devil
Since he moves like a tornado
And smiles as if he knows all
While his eyes tell a saddened tale
And I forget that he's the one in the wrong

I don't remember what to say to him
When he dances as if he created the movement himself
And he laughs like the world is ending
But he never offers his arm to me
And my heart beats in upset though I know it's insane

I'm not sure how can I know who to trust
When he offers me forever to be near him
And everyone else pales in comparison
But I know that he speaks a trick
Because the fingers behind his back are crossed

I don't know what to call the devil
Because I love the devil
But he'll never love me

tell me someone will love me
fully clothed
and

tell me someone will love me
with blood on my hands
and

tell me someone will love me
shaking, trembling, convulsing
and

tell me someone will love me
when they're searching for gold and i am rustic bronze
and

tell me someone will love me
with veins ripped apart
and

tell me someone will love me
with a starved stomach and empty eyes
and

tell me someone will love me
when i am dying
and

i'm asking you
//please love me//