We all have goals. And people can be really driven to get what they want, that some of them quickly forget we are all just human-beings. Who get hurt even in tiniest ways.
It is so hard to excel;
People will automatically call for you,
And you do not know it they are being true,
Or just being a plastic cell;
It is so hard to be on top,
Because you do not know when will you become down,
And people will only talk to you when you are the highest;
They will say hi,
And you are confused -
But eventually, you will get used.
And well, someone was approaching me;
I presume it was because they needed something from me,
Because I got the highest score,
And I told him,
"You need that do you?
Because everyone who talked to me needed that, too,
And many people talk to me,
Because they need that from me."
And you said, "Wow, so cool."
And I was like,
What is cool of me being always there for them,
And them do not give a true f*ck about me?
What is cool of just making friends with me,
Just to get that?
And afterwards you will leave me like an empty hat;
What is cool of giving me so much attention - you giving your eyes on me like I was a precious jewelry,
Just to . . . use me?
What is cool of making me fall in love,
Just to manipulate?
What is cool?
Tell me please -
Tell me you are not doing any love bomb here.
But okay,
I will remove this blindfold from my eyes;
I will stop pretending to be blind;
It was sad,
But you are doing love bombing here.
And who do you think you are?
Well, I think I am going to fall to your trap.
And I was scared actually,
That someone will drag me from the top,
And then . . . you will leave me,
And then . . . they will get disappointed,
And then . . . maybe it is fine;
Who needed someone like them,
Who does not know how to be true anyway?
Who needed someone like you -
Who does not know how to love anyway?
Well me . . . the dumb me.
I am just . . . so broke inside,
Like I was deeply crushed,
Like I was strucked by the storm;
I am just sad,
Because they all just love me,
When I give what they wanted to receive;
You just love me,
When you received what you needed from me;
You do not love me,
You just love the spotlight from me,
And I am the only one giving here;
Why do not you share . . .
You only want me to carry you -
Who do you think you are?
And I am so glad,
To those who are true to me,
Before I got to the top -
I needed them so bad.
And I love how the way your eyes smile from your cheeks;
I am glad because those smiles were genuine . . . I knew it was true,
But I am sad because you did not care at those feelings -
You never cared about my feelings,
And that was when you started become unreal.
I hope someone will tame you,
And in the future, you will become real . . . again.
I just hate how I see people purely;
And then later on, I will see their true motives;
And I will begin to cry, because why . . .
They need to break someone's heart?
Why . . . do you need to break me?
Oh . . .
What a lovely end of August;
What a beautiful first of September;
What a cruel end of August;
What a tragic first of September;
Ber month;
On the news, there are so many bright Christmas lights,
But in my heart, there are so many dead city lights.
I am just so different person when I am with people, and when I am alone;
I can be so happy when I am with you,
And so sad when I am with myself;
I can be so happy when I am just with myself,
And so sad when I am with you.
But who needed someone like them,
Who does not know how to be true anyway?
Who needed someone like you -
Who does not know how to love anyway?
Well not me . . . not the new me.
