Rivers of the same time.

I've been sad lately

for the last months or years, whatever

the days are all the same, they pass slowly and sick

like the elderly in bank lines at 9 o' clock in the morning

and the years are passing by like furious water on rivers of solitude

I've been swimming and drifting on this river for a long time now, baby

there is only me there, floating on a dead tree log

with the same smile and my crooked teeth

They say we'll find a way, they're wrong or lying

or both

Nor everybody finds a way sometimes

Some of us just don't fit in everything the world creates

Some of us just can't handle it sometimes

I don't know if I am this some of us person

But I am certainly not like the others want me to be

And I thank myself for that.

I rather be a piece of shit floating by myself

Than a piece of crap in the middle of a world of shit.

The rats will eat our flesh in the end

Fuck off the beauty and the beast

Throw away all your memories, they're only here to make you blue one more time

The photographs too, solid things that we don't need

Have mercy on our asses, Universe, because nobody else will have

I've been bitter and sweet lately

Pretending that I'm ok during the day

and when I sit to type something, it hits me again

like a diamond bullet on my balls, saying to finish everything

And I need to write about you, girl, but the diamond bullet just completely destroyed

my balls, baby.