Deadly Dream Child
"I was strong enough to show myself how clumsy I am. How fool I can be. How stupid I want to be. It's not about how I will end up so boring and trash in the future, no. I become who I really am. Why if God told me to love others as I love myself, when I become someone not even myself?"
"I was supposed to be good. In anything. I was supposed to be smart. In anyways. I am the legend. Someday. But, silly me to think of those things. I might be good on something. I might be smart at sometime. I also the legend. They said. For some reasons, I proud myself as not me. I proud of myself as I am really nobody. Useless, I result."
"It's better to not care, right now. To hurt people you love. To kill their happiness. To suit their joys upon us. I don't care if it's not their faults. It's my bad day. I'm a mirror. In case, you didn't know. I'm a glass. I'm a vase. I'm broken. And it's hurt. It leaves me scar. The scar told me to leave things in mess up. So mess up, until I know, I'm the director of my life. I'm the writer of my soul. I'm the one to be their thorn."
"To say sorry, it's a little bit about late. I knew it. But well, the full fall of rains."
"Madness. We are all mad in the world of madness. We do not care about everything. We just want to stop the empty sound. We want to live loud. And even, alone."
"I live myself alone. And I smiled. Just like in front of the window. To see the crowded scenes and the wind."
"So, what's the result?"
"I was supposed to be good. In anything. I was supposed to be smart. In anyways. I am the legend. Someday. But, silly me to think of those things. I might be good on something. I might be smart at sometime. I also the legend. They said. For some reasons, I proud myself as not me. I proud of myself as I am really nobody. Useless, I result."
"It's better to not care, right now. To hurt people you love. To kill their happiness. To suit their joys upon us. I don't care if it's not their faults. It's my bad day. I'm a mirror. In case, you didn't know. I'm a glass. I'm a vase. I'm broken. And it's hurt. It leaves me scar. The scar told me to leave things in mess up. So mess up, until I know, I'm the director of my life. I'm the writer of my soul. I'm the one to be their thorn."
"To say sorry, it's a little bit about late. I knew it. But well, the full fall of rains."
"Madness. We are all mad in the world of madness. We do not care about everything. We just want to stop the empty sound. We want to live loud. And even, alone."
"I live myself alone. And I smiled. Just like in front of the window. To see the crowded scenes and the wind."
"So, what's the result?"
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