More awake inside of my dreams
Was that really you next to me?
Gimme what I want, who am I supposed to please?
Who am I supposed to please?
Who am I?

موسیقی زندگیم

هوای عادتم شدی، خودی تر از خودم شدی.
غریب شدم وقتی که تو از قصه‌ی من کم شدی.

گاهی اوقات حس میکنم مغزم پر از کلمه‌ست و من صرفا دارم بالا میارمشون، انقدر مبحثی رو باز میکنم تا وسطش خوابم ببره یا مجبور شم خودم رو درگیر چیزی کنم تا حواسم پرت شه.

گم‌شده در ناپولی و دفترم، هردو دارن منفجر میشن و حتی نمیدونم چرا مینویسم.

I wish i was more interesting, more fun to talk;
I want someone to listen to me passionately, not just to bear me.
"Are you listening?" And suddenly, I'm at the high school again, daydreaming and living inside my head, forgetting that I'm still breathing from the outside.
School always has its way to disgust me, what was I looking for all these time? Love? Probably not. I was looking for a friend to listen, or maybe I'm just lying and I actually wanted a lover, but who?
Who can listen and love unconditionally? I thought only parents do that for their children yet they fight with each other and separate, the loop will never end and silly me, I thought i could break the curse.
I can never break the curse, I'm stuck here like others, I wasn't special and in fact, I was nothing but a fool to think that the "holy and divine love" exists, well congrats, I can't see it.
I see love everywhere but I can't feel them, feeling and seeing are two different things and i wanted to feel that love, to touch it, to adore it and never let go of it.

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