IRC-Galleria

Finally I realize I'm the victom here. Know that I'm not innocent, I'm guilty in the all ways, that's why the badness inside me is controlling my feelings. My sadness. My anger.
When you feel that you're the clown of all monkeys, you know how I feel.

I love you, but still want to hurt you. Becouse you left me alone, and I have accepted that. But the pain inside my head is coming out. All the pain that I've kept inside me, all my f*cking boring life.

And still the pain is changing to the power, which keeps me on the life every day. And that's the reason I'm still here and nowhere else.

I saw when people was killed in TV, am I wrong when I say that's true? Every year, every week, every day and every hour and minute, somebody dies. Somehow, somewhere.

I'm clown of the all monkeys.
I'm clown of the all monkeys.

Am I crazy? I don't know, but I know that I've been stupid all my life. Now I know that nobody really cares about you, nobody want you and I'm just f*cking alone in this world

I'm clown of the all people.
I'm clown of the all monkeys.