Confessions of a megalomaniac III
Am I really myself when i’m around you?
I’m having nightmares, dirty and sick, that this is not me…
Am I really living another man’s life?
You’re so sick of me, you’d tear me apart if you only had the opportunity
Yet, you keep coming back.
How come you don’t run away and hide , can you not see , you’re living in my scary dreams
Your coloured pens can’t paint my soul anymore
This is only grey, it’s shades , they all have washed away.
I know, I searched for another man with the same tracks and lines
All in all, it’s just not in control,
Behind all these masquerades
It’s just me.
This is only a crisis, stay besides me, it’s just that one of my nightmares has come to be.
May 12, 2009 at 2:48 pm
This is like the divine comedy of your soul. You are losing your cool again, and you are falling apart. Maybe this is just a fiction of your brain, try to believe this and don’t get down on your knees.
May 12, 2009 at 6:35 pm
“Am I really myself when i’m around you?” with all the masks you use, do you still remember who you really are? How can you be yourself otherwise?
Anyway, you’re a superstar, you’ll figure it out.
And maybe she’s right, when you lose your cool, it must be just a fiction of your brain, make yourself believe that