Fighting Insanity
 

And I tried, I tried to be just like you...

Feelings are messed, oh gods, a mixture with nothing to hold it together. Would you ever want to see that fairytale with me? Cry at the end like a schoolgirl in the bathtub.

You wouldn't have expected it.

Somewhere there is a part in me, that wants just that. I want to surprise you, I want to show you I'm alive.

Do you think I resemble SnowWhite? So fragile...

Then, well, you wouldn't believe it. You would just point and laugh, no, snarl.
You would think it was a game.

Maybe you should look at me. Analyze the empty shell.
Because there's nothing in me anyway.

Life is bitter, I have learned that. But when I dance, move to that almost ethereal sound... The bass, the scynth...

Just watch me then. Draw your conclusion. Be as shallow as you wish. Don't look, just watch.

Hate me if you must.

And then, the sky shall rain blood, and I shall reign in blood.
And only then will you be right.

But still I will have those parts in me, where I want to be. I want to watch that fairytale with you. I want you to hold me, and we'll both cry...

We'll both be human.


-Jah, eerm, beetje kort ja...-

cry like a schoolgirl in the bathtub.

die snap ik nie, kan aan mij liggen.

verder snap ik het gewoon ook niet echt, ik denk dat je iets te vaag blijft.

Wie is you?


maar kan ook aan het feit liggen dat het 23.50 is hor.
Ik vind sommige zinnen erg mooi maar mis de samenhang een beetje, ik denk dat het voor jou wel heel duidelijk is.

Alles oke?
Het is luguberachtig mooi en onbegrijpelijk.
Waarom luguber? Omdat ik niet weet wat erachter zit. Omdat ik het niet helemaal vat. Omdat ik iemand ken die ook zulke verhalen schreef, en die zat diep in de problemen en die wilde alleen maar stoppen met leven.