I don’t wanna be a leech
I wanna be useful
I don’t wanna be annoying
But I just can’t avoid it
I wanna be cool
But I’m just a fool
Most of the time I stay quiet
But when I speak,
It seems so wrong, and I better cease
To try, to be a part of society,
To shut up, to not make things even worse
So if I just accept, my destiny
And let it all, let it be what it have to be,
Forever, so maybe it will be better
There’s really nothing I can do
To change my strange nature
I don’t know what to do, what’s wrong or right
I don’t know what to be, so I just stopped thinking,
Let my thoughts bleed, and keep on sinking
Keep on being, and keep on fighting
For what? I don’t know
Why? I don’t know
Why we must suffer? I don’t know
Where I belong? I don’t know
Where I am? I don’t know
Who am I? I don’t know
Don’t wanna be just another leech
Lost in my distorted perception of reality
I don’t wanna go crazy
I don’t wanna be a loser
I don’t wanna be what I’m not supposed to be
But I don’t know what I know
I guess I’ll just know what I have to know
I don’t know what to do, when to shut up or when to speak
So socially awkward
I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be
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