This will be the last time you'll see a thought of mine.
There must be a time where my silence will be shared more than ever and my mouth will be sealed. And at this time all the cards are seen on the table and we gonna see who's crazy.
You the only one who can't open the eyes and see what is right in front of you. You don't want to, you prefered to be surrounded in a nest of bullshit that you think is protection but it's only keeping you from having a real life.
Then I'll be gone again and reality will come to your eyes; maybe.
The truth is that they don't know you, all you told 'em are lies. Actually I don't even know what I know is truth too.
To be protected from real world when you're a kid is ok but we have to grow up unless if you wanna believe mom's words and actions who discredit everything you don't like.
That's not the life I want for me.
My silence will be left until the time I decide to speak.
And that will be the last time you will se my words.
