So what? If there is no one to understand these things the way you do. Or the way you want them to? So what if no one can tell you what you want to hear? Something that could drive you. Something that would possibly help you. Something that could possibly make you feel the way you want to. So what?
How long are you gonna cry and complain about this shit huh? How long? How long is it gonna take for you to be fucking "normal"? How long, do you think this life of yours is gonna wait for that someone? Are you fucking ready to waste tour time and deal with something that is just nothing at all? You fucking have yourself. No one. No fucking one understands you better than yourself, you get that? Not yet. And you are no kid you dumbass. Stop fucking complaining on how no one can help you.
So what if everyone you turn to, thinks that the possible reason is the girl you just broke up with? Do they know what sitting alone and having to face the corner at all times feels like? No, right? So why do you even expect them to know this?
So what if the two “best friends” of yours are no longer in the same position anymore? Did your life stop when they leave you? Do they even care to ask you if you’re even alive, instead of making plans for a meet up?
So what if you’re having sick dreams and fucked up tracks of bullets raging through your chest? So what if you feel like someone’s hands are choking you but you can’t help it? Was anyone there to understand this before? Then how can you expect them to understand it now?
It’s better to burn out than fade away. Is it? You sick fuck. You were a give up. You quit on life. You ass. Did you not have the courage enough to see what might be there in the store for you? You left a million tears behind and telling us that it’s better to burn out. To hell with you, you depressing piece of shit.
So what if you dated someone who slept with their brother. Now it’s your best friends turn. So what? Did you think about it then? No point complaining now. You are at fault.
You see your life going nowhere? Me neither. Unless and until you stop fucking complaining and pick up that instrument. Bleed your hands to death and fuck everything. So what if no one understands you? What about those dreams, those sick dreams where you could play everything you wanted to. That melody that was gonna make history? Was there any understanding then? Then why would any be here?
What happened to those eyes which were gleaming? Which had nothing but determination? Who understood those?
Look. The people who were with you, who promised to be there with you. Who involved your family and promised to them, that they will always be there. Promised to every inch of your soul that they will never leave. They did. There was no one to hold you back then. So what if you are alone and no one understands you or says what you want to hear? Would you remember any of this in some time from now? You will be in a fucking studio when you’ll get an invite for a marriage of your two best friends. Of the people you put everything for. Of those calls that were never returned. Of those promises that were never kept. You’re gonna look at it, smile. And back to the studio. Why? Because that is where you belong. That is what everything is. That is what you’ve always wanted to be. Happy.
~Caveman
How long are you gonna cry and complain about this shit huh? How long? How long is it gonna take for you to be fucking "normal"? How long, do you think this life of yours is gonna wait for that someone? Are you fucking ready to waste tour time and deal with something that is just nothing at all? You fucking have yourself. No one. No fucking one understands you better than yourself, you get that? Not yet. And you are no kid you dumbass. Stop fucking complaining on how no one can help you.
So what if everyone you turn to, thinks that the possible reason is the girl you just broke up with? Do they know what sitting alone and having to face the corner at all times feels like? No, right? So why do you even expect them to know this?
So what if the two “best friends” of yours are no longer in the same position anymore? Did your life stop when they leave you? Do they even care to ask you if you’re even alive, instead of making plans for a meet up?
So what if you’re having sick dreams and fucked up tracks of bullets raging through your chest? So what if you feel like someone’s hands are choking you but you can’t help it? Was anyone there to understand this before? Then how can you expect them to understand it now?
It’s better to burn out than fade away. Is it? You sick fuck. You were a give up. You quit on life. You ass. Did you not have the courage enough to see what might be there in the store for you? You left a million tears behind and telling us that it’s better to burn out. To hell with you, you depressing piece of shit.
So what if you dated someone who slept with their brother. Now it’s your best friends turn. So what? Did you think about it then? No point complaining now. You are at fault.
You see your life going nowhere? Me neither. Unless and until you stop fucking complaining and pick up that instrument. Bleed your hands to death and fuck everything. So what if no one understands you? What about those dreams, those sick dreams where you could play everything you wanted to. That melody that was gonna make history? Was there any understanding then? Then why would any be here?
What happened to those eyes which were gleaming? Which had nothing but determination? Who understood those?
Look. The people who were with you, who promised to be there with you. Who involved your family and promised to them, that they will always be there. Promised to every inch of your soul that they will never leave. They did. There was no one to hold you back then. So what if you are alone and no one understands you or says what you want to hear? Would you remember any of this in some time from now? You will be in a fucking studio when you’ll get an invite for a marriage of your two best friends. Of the people you put everything for. Of those calls that were never returned. Of those promises that were never kept. You’re gonna look at it, smile. And back to the studio. Why? Because that is where you belong. That is what everything is. That is what you’ve always wanted to be. Happy.
~Caveman
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