And sometimes I can’t stand it
and tell some stupid things to you
instead of being quiet and just look at you,
with love of a thousand swans.
Oh God, I should be brave
as a hero as a man,
but I’m scared of failure again
and people call it a suicide
but every time I got shot from behind.
Shit, Is it too much to look
for honesty in this selfish world?
But why I am so freaking scared
You look more than nice and true.
It’s me I know and my pain
being hurt in previous
too many times.