Does it really matter ?
Can anything really matter?
How dare they decide what makes me hide from myself – they don’t matter to be, they aren’t me.
I’m a actor in the casting of the world – am I not going to bold?
Life is not life, it is diffirent for every single person on this world, it means diffirent things to anyone.
I will not be defined – be you, you’ll not shape my life in relation to yours – sometimes i just don’t belive the truth.
You make me worry, I stress and I feel uncomfortable because I don’t have that, that you say I shoould have.
My life tells me to be fucking happy this way, to today in this way I’m going to be happy.
I’ll not be happy in the ways that make you comfortable, I’ll do it my way – I’ll shine my own light.
I won’t be happy because you say that “this or that” will make me better or happy or easier – I’ll figure out what makes me happy, better and easier.
I will be without you sometime my friend, and when I am all alone, I’ll be my own best friend – and It will be then that i’ll be happy.
So in this way, today as before I left, it seems I’m still in….
the same place.
stu