Where are my fucking words?
Wasted on humans not worth?
That which I heard in my teens, that one fucking song ,
Cannot be where I shall always belong.
I should make myself a new melody,
Maybe, a melancholic rhapsody.
And I must incinerate the future,
So that my past doesn’t matter.
Happiness is not what I pursue,
I long for peace every single night,
Peace long due.
Destructive habits I do have,
That I could possibly never leave.
But discarding them should now begin.
Beginning with the ones,
My words who would not believe.
