i rarely celebrate birthdays these days.
but if could turn back and write myself a letter
(sometimes i go deep down transcendental shit)
i would sound something like this or that.
everything, you would consider eternal is a shadow.
to say more, a deception. there are going to be days,
you wish you were dead. because it would feel like hell.
a knife scar from the gang night will feel like nothing,
comparing to what will come next. did you know, that.
a human body could actually endure a lot of physical pain?
and if you think, you are out, you actually can keep it on?
yeah, girl. only in the movies they pass out fast and clean.
because you won`t pass out.
you think, you are a trophy. a beautiful prize with an S. syndrome.
when all of your self-esteem goes down the drain, you decide to
reconsider. but it is just too scary to think, that you will lose your mentor.
did you know, that there is a consort Queen. but there is no consort King?
okay, no problem. when you stay and wash through the ashes and all, you
ever thought meaningful is burned down, you have to find a will to move on.
the war is over. the King is dead. you have nothing, but nothing seems good
enough to me, nah? at least, it a start-up to build something better or new.
a lot of betrayal, a broken back, a lot of new scars to cover with the old ink.
a lot of amendment, which leads to a drop of trust, which tends to be poison.
you might own all the Jupiters in the universe, but you do not own your solitude.
but, girl.
when you think that love is dead and you can not personalize yourself from abyss.
remember, that you will fall in love again. a guy, who is just as broken as you are.
and it would feel right. and it would feel fit. and you won`t regret, dying once or twice.
you will hurt a lot of people. you will become mean and cold as the stars are.
and you will become a good mother. and you will become a good queen.
you will fall in love again.
you will fall in love again.