what am i doing what am i doing what am i doing???

he crumples the note
of hate into a
ball, tossing it
into the trash bin.
the world doesn't
treat him right.
thoughts of consistent
loneliness fills
his innocent
thoughts
feelings of anger
and panic take
him whole.
hate for oneself
pins him down
he is mad
angry, panicking,
lost, aggrivated,
most of all,
sad.

aiuto, aiuto!
mi sono perso senza direzione
il vento mi sta trattenendo
sono veramente perso, sono veramente perso...

alla fine
                                alla fine
                                                                alla fine

sul tavolo c'è frutta in abbondanza
grazie, grazie.


allora mi imbarcherò.

for so long i havent heard from you
how are you?
do you think of me?
its been 18 years
18 long years without someone to replace you
im holding on
holding on because i simply have no choice

do you think of me?

i see both sides like chanel


it's really all

but it's stealth