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Nobody knows that feeling
Nobody knows my feeling
Nobody knows my understand
No, because they can’t
Nobody can read my mind.
Because they won’t. I won’t let them show my inside.

People don’t understand each other, even if they think they do.
Even your best friend or family won’t.
Because you created your own thinking, your own emotions, your own dreams
You want to show the world your dreams.
So they can do understand your feeling.
But look to the 2nd sentence of this, whatever you want to call it, poetry.
Nobody knows with what I’m dealing.

Nobody can make me happy, pure happy
Well, maybe if I try to think a little bit positive
There are, but only people who go through the same game as I go.
Just by trying to beat the same levels over and over again, They’ll make me happy.
Because I do so too
So they understand what I do.

It’s like you’re in a shooting game
and you runned out of guns,
And everytime you fail, You’ll go to a lower level. You’ll be more and more depressed.
So there’s no chance
To survive. Because this game, will be always the same.

Unless you switch to another
What can only happen at level 100
Which is sort of impossible if you’re at level -1000
So Please be lucky and get help
Because people are selfish, arrogant and stupid
Only angels will see falling you in the dark
Only They will help you out of your shelp
Only They won’t give you a mark

Everybody is crossing the river to find me.
Everytime there are people walking on my bridge,
just be deciding whether or not they want to be in my life
But what they aren’t realizing is that you are the river.
They’re walking all the time above you & they aren’t realizing you’re beneath them,
At a lower level

But you know, They’re people, so never mind them
But there are some who know you’re there, and they want to reach you
But you want them to go away.
All the time. Why? They’re angels right?
So you want them to stay?
You don’t know it anymore!!
You don’t know anything anymore!!
You wanne die…
Ugh, thug life… I just want to be a turtle or something
and I mean that.
But still, there’s more to be said.
Too much, though.
To plenty of words, or even emotions to show.

You’re born, to eventually die.
And you don’t know what you have to do in between.
Live? live like everybody else does?
Don’t waste your time by thining what you have to do with it.
Waste your time by knowing what you have to do with it.
Really, because I only think my life is fucked up, don’t follow me.
At that point I don’t want to be the leader
I want to be the one who makes from you a good deader.
So Please, don’t influence me to be a cheater.



Because at the end we all die, it’s fucked up?
Is that positive or negative.
I don’t care anymore.
I want to live how I want to live