JAG KAN
JAG VILL
JAG SKA
Why all this bloody confusion?! Who am I? Where am I going? What do I look like through another persons eyes? Do I care? Why am I constantly searching? Why dont I settle? Why cant I understand people around me? Why are everyone so boring? Does that mean I'm boring? Why do I dream about dead kittens and exes? Am I unapprochable? Am I too much? Am I stupid? Do I crave too much out of life? Am I spoilt?
But I know its there, its just constantly out of reach, that life I want and long for. That ultimate way of being, whatever it might be. But where ever I am it seems to be somewhere else. Maybe the next stop? Maybe the next person I meet. Why do I have impossible expectations? Why cant I just be satisfied with what I've got? Why am I asking all this questions when everyone around me seems to think I'm somekind of being made out of self confidence? Or do they really? Is it wrong to be yourself? Is it just a made up thing that sounds good? Why am I jealous at everyone around me? Is this feeling that I'm gonna die young just fake? If its not, should I start smoking? Why cant I figure this out? Why can't I sleep alone? Why do I push the good men away? Why do I hate men as much as I do? Will I ever trust them again? Will I ever trust anyone again? Have I ever trusted anyone?
Why cant I just make up my fucking mind?!
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