some shit i've written

a hundred, thousand, millions words
but none inside of my head
my emptiness fullfill my life
there's no reason to say something
if this doesn't make any sense to me
or to anyone else

if there's something wrong
well, noone can see this
but i only really feel something
if i show it to the world
cuz if i don't, no one can see it
there's no reason to show

a hundred, thousand, millions feelings
but none in a sheet of paper
i can't violate a white thing
with what i have inside
there's nothing too bad
but what's good to me is bad to you

i know that you disagree with me
the fact is that i truely don't care
cuz i'm ok this way, don't need to change
my abstinence of everything
makes me feel numb
glad to meet you

a hundred, thousand, millions words
but none inside of my head
my emptiness fullfill my life
there's no reason to say something
if this don't make any sense to me
or to anyone else

status da vida

sinto falta de quando eu era triste, e escrevia.
ou será que eu era triste, e por isso escrevia
ou talvez até, que eu escrevia e era triste
ou escrevia e por isso era triste
duvido.
talvez eu ainda seja triste
apenas não mais escrevo
ou escrevo não sendo mais triste
o que, conhecendo minhas entranhas mentais
meus sentimentos vagais
minha essência astral
sei que é mentira
então só escrevo
e só sou triste