I am building my shack in the depth of the woods,
So I'll never be bothered again.
They assume that I know all their bads and their goods
And I must give advice there and then.

Yes, I'm wearing a robe and I walk in the trees
With some animals running along.
I can heal your disease with some mushrooms and teas,
But I can't make you manly and strong.

I am one with the nature, but everyone asks
For some philter or prettier face.
I am tired of silly and pointless tasks,
So I moved to a prettier place.

Now I finished constructing this dwelling of mine
Where I'll hide from the rest of the men.
I'm not angry at them, they are perfectly fine,
When their mind isn't that of a hen...

Love and revenge. They are so sweet. But there is something even sweeter. That moment when someone wakes up and gains an ability to see through the illusions. I know it's painful to the point you wanna live no more. But I don't feel sorry for those people. They will be alright in a week. I feel happy for this planet having one less dummy and one more rebel.
I feel joyful just hearing someone say "this society *****. I give a **** no more". That line makes me feel less alone. It's great having someone who understands you even just a little.
So tell me. Does this feeling make me cruel?

Maybe we are in love with emptiness
Which explains why we feel it so deeply

I hope one day when someone asks me about you, I'll laugh instead of feeling this double edged dagger in my chest.

On the day you decided to love me no more,
You Left my heart so sore.
The sky began to cry,
And I had no better option than to lie.
And act like all was well.
Because I stumbled and quickly fell,
And I felt to weak to stand
I only needed your hand
To grab and pull me up
No one knew of my sorrow
And no one saw me weep
But the love I feel for you
Is in my heart to keep.