L I VI N G

funny?

For me it's funny.

Funny to be dead.

When you go to that stage where the light is gone

You realised that in the end nobody ever asked why.

Nobody ever asked how.

Nobody ever wanted to help.

And then you see them.

From the bottom or the top.

Being sad cuz i meant a lot.

Saying words that i should've heard when i was here.

Making signs cuz they think i'm near.

But for me it's funny.

Funny to see them now.

Because they cared when I Ieft,

But didn't realise it was too late.

Now they cry and cry and are so hurt.

Blame me for being ignorant.

But who was the one who left me dead?

Left me dry out in the sand?

Let me sinking in the dark?

Let me trust the devils eyes?

Your eyes that broke these promises?

So I still find it funny.

Funny not to breathe.

Because i'm happier here alone.

Learnt to live without a heart.

And sure i'll miss the laughs and screams with the ones that cry

But that was only when the sun did shine

Lately it never did.

But the tears will end, because what's the point?

It all comes back to us being dust

It all comes back to dreams burning lives.

Every star above is a dream that never came true

It's a dream that died with someone who died.

And the ones that died are the strongest ones.

And the ones that live are the weakest ones.

Because the strongest ones fought the pain and realised there is no end

But the weakest ones breathe heavier and die inside.

Yes, i find it funny.

Funny to be free.

And my stars will always guide your way,

And your tears will make me play

I'll fly happy everywhere

And wait for you to realise

That it is funny.

Funny indeed.

Funny not to breathe.

Funny not to be.

Cuz I find it funny.

Funny to be dead.

And you should too.

Cuz we all will be dead.

/during deep depression, let's put a mid November '15/