Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock

Sometimes, often everything that's my creation feels so worthless underneath my view,
like a dead leaf floating around in the breathing air.
Why do i seem to be a queen, looking down at my slave that bows down and kisses my dirty boots? 
The thoughts and the anti-motivation 
set fire to the desire of my lyrical me to try suicide out like a game 
but why exactly me? 
There's no reason to feel that way at all
how can people be satisfied with unnecessarity and imitations? 
How is it possible for me to have those thoughts of discarding, when i'm the one bleeding individuality and pumping realness through my veins? 
I guess i'm doomed to be a perfectionist, 
I never claimed to be a Saint or easy 
not even i understand myself all the time
that's why i tear myself apart and put the pieces of me into my wizard-hat
I'm self neglected and judgement day has come for me
I don't wanna erase, but i'm a creator that hates its creation. 
I could make it blurry, i could write over the writing, i could tear it apart, wash it away, eat it or burn it and throw it away! 
The thoughts and the anti-motivation
set fire to the desire of my lyrical me to try suicide out like a game
but why exactly me?
There's no reason to feel that way at all
how can people be satisfied with unnecessarity and imitations?
How is it possible for me to have those thoughts of discarding, when i'm the one bleeding individuality and pumping realness through my veins? 
That's why i'm doing some things overdose-like, because sometimes you need too much of one thing, to keep yourself clean, and to plant it into their hollow-glass minds too.