I find it laughable how hard you try
I'm sorry, I have to admit it
I just don't understand your reasoning
Your garbage is nothing but meaningless words
I even feel pathetic writing this
Cause I'm trying to be an artist
Of those who drown in a pool of blood and caffeine
Because even in this situation
The apocalypse seems to be a salvation
Maybe it doesn't mean anything to you
Light a cigarette in the early morning
Maybe it helps the pain and despair
A cup of coffee and a lemon pie
If you need to go back to the past
Because all my life I've been miserable
An immature, emo boy who cuts his wrists
Although before having a sexual life
I'd rather drown in an eternal existential crisis
Even if I want to keep my mind blank
I don't think this matters that much.
A miserable child, incoherent with himself
Who changes his mind quickly and his instability eats away at him
An anti-system who hates school and believes in anarchism
A stupid man with traumas, a son of a bitch who has no destiny
Honestly if I die in the pool of blood and caffeine
I would be happy to have lived my life
Because locked in the basement all day
It's how I want to spend all my time
Maybe crying for Gerard Way
Maybe singing Frank Iero songs
Seeing a shining ferris wheel in the distance
Copying the verse of a song
Hoping to find inspiration
One of those songs that make me cut my wrists
Painting pictures with everything and a sore wrist
Returning to my time as a photographer
Contemplating the beautiful night
Editing archived songs and videos
I thought I forgot about them
Creating memories left and right
Thinking about the past with my mind on the pale
Of the moon's reflection through my room
Lost in the fireworks
Feeling the cold air
That gives me signs that my life is passing
Without hesitation I think about what happens while I do what I would like
Painting pictures, collecting broken pieces
I don't care if it sounds pathetic and unrealistic
I'm just playing at being an artist.
-Burn!
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