does anyone else have to
give me a reason to live?
i’ll wait a second just before telling you
simply what is the news from me today.
i just think that something happened to my life,
and all i can describe stays within repeating words like these:
i don’t need you, i don’t want you.
obscure me, it’s what i’m asking for
playing my game.
tell me what’s this game,
tell me so that i can understand,
i can decide my rules,
and hope to see born icons memoirs and regrets,
sa y that it could seem like years p*ssing through time.
and there is something i could change in my life,
clean any fallen tower flashing in the night.
and there is something that could be
so much better than my tears for nothing,
or maybe an image of god