Why my heart is still beating

But my soul is tired..

Of this bullshit we call life

Of this death of the emotions

Of the drowning in sorrows. 

What if we don t know how to swim

Through the ocean? 

Small lies,white lies

That we keep repeating 

Over and over

Creating some sort of control 

Above the unfairness of this everyday routine. 

Keep lying to yourself kiddo

You don t want to get hurt

Too bad it is not your choice

And you got to get through some shit

To understand the meaning 

Of some emotions. 

Or maybe all the emotions you have been through

Your whole life. 

Make it big

Make yourself proud babygirl. 

You are not the midsummer dream,

You are a new whole level of fantasies. 

Make sure you remember that.