I put my hand on my chest,
i dreamed of wonderland and gentle hearts,
i saw what i felt,i felt it before and again,
the hardened slap of her.
I won’t lie,i felt a flush,in hell at once.
I hate and hated what i had,
what i was and would be.
Now i’m nine and twenty,whats good use for me?.
Whats good use for me if i can’t see,
If i don’t know my place in the sea,
if i’ll scream in my head and wail for peace,
whats the use,whats the use if i believe?.
If i believe in you and me?,
i don’t know,i really dont,
i don’t have a clue,no words to ease this wounds.
Now i will be what i have to be.
No!, i have to see,
my destiny conjured and plated for me,
fate my doubtful and careless king,
leading me,beating me…hating me.