You drink down the bottles,
Of indifference to stress.
We all need our escape, to get our mind off this reality we call life. But however hard we try, we can't seem to. We get going, we drink, we smoke, we dream, we sleep, we cry, we play, we give up. Nothing seems to be working. We just stay in it. This reality, this universe.
I have no clue why lately I've been doing everything wrong. At least I feel like its wrong. From my point of view, from others, I have no clue. I really don't want to know anyway. I feel like leaving this place and move to another. I can't help but to feel invisible and a pushover.
All the breakdowns I've had just made me feel I can do better, I can become something better. I'm sorry, if you broke me, that just made my ego bigger, stronger, more resilient. I am not someone you would want to push around. I am not someone you would want to mess around with. I am not someone you would want to disappoint. I am not someone you can see as fragile. I have my moments, and if so happens that I burst, you better watch your back.
I'll be as cold as ice, I'll be as mean as a bully. I'll be as destructive as TNT. Don't push your luck, I'm tolerant when I want to be, right up until my limits, and I'm done with you.
Fuck it, I'm here to live my life. I don't care if suddenly I start behaving like a bitch, you saw it coming. Don't tell me I didn't warn you.
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