Finally, I decided to love only myself.
The reason is … that I can’t betray myself.

If during my life I had spent my personal energy to love myself instead of putting it over other awful persons, I would be a really better being right now.

I always gived myself to the wrong people, and now, I feel empty.

I need to fulfill me. I need it.

Mi life was always full of misunderstandings…

Sometimes I stop and think about that. Is it my fault?
Is it my way of being? The fact that I’m always myself? (at least I try to)

People is full of useless habits, just cause the “common sense” retains them right or musts.
I always hated this kind of things… I like to think with my own head, not with other people’s one.

Ok… I can understand my parents, their 50 years older than me, there is no way they can understand me.
But lately, coetaneus people is starting to fuss me and that gives me the creeps too.
This sucks. Why can’t I just be what I am? Why people around me want me to wear a mask, instead of putting down their own?

Go to hell.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Is there anybody in there?
Just no if you can hear me
Is there anybody at home?

Come on, come on, come on now
I hear youre feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again

Relax, relax, relax,
Ill need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke in the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I cant hear what youre saying

When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like twoo balloons
Now Ive got that feeling once again
I cant explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am

I…have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok, Ok, Ok,
Just a little pin prick
Therell be no more, ah!
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working, good,
Thats keep you going through the show
Come on, its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke in the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I cant hear what youre saying

When I was a child
I caught a fleenting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone.

And I have become
Confortably numb…

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I’m in I’ll tell you what’s behind the wall.

There’s a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you’re sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.