What makes you go on?
What was that little crazy voice that made you not give up?
Why?
Why you're doing this to yourself? Trying to cross the hell without getting burn?, oh chèri,wake up!
WAKE UP! Can't you see that's all you got.
Right!
Nothing
You have nothing left but dreams in your head dreams that maybe never are getting true because you don't even have the chance to fight for those dreams they don't let you fight for it!
I know you can do it i know cuz i see it i see it in your eyes i see it in your life in your sadness in your happiness.
But what makes you happy?
The one thing that makes you happy makes you feel so sad and weak cuz it's so far away from your reality and you're so far from making it true and you keep on living pretending to be happy fooling, yourself too.
You made yourself believe that you're happy but you're fucking dying, dying inside out, screaming in silence until someone hears you and brings you back.
But how can someone hear your silence?
How can someone hear silence?
How can someone see you if you're not here?
You don't exist in this reality...
You're a fantasy chèri,that you and only have created to make yourself feel good.
Just a cliché.
