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My first composition. Hope u enjoy it! 🎈🎹🎤🎶

Lyrics: I can be your everything but your happy girl I can be your everything but your happy girl I can be the stars above your head That shine for you, that guide you in your way I can be your little lie I can be your sun, I can be your light I can be your everything but your happy girl ‘Cause I am so unhappy I can be your everything but your happy girl 'Cause I am so unhappy I can be the reason of your pleasure tonight I can be I can be forever yours I can be the reason of your fall I can keep your secrets under the moonlight I can be your everything but your happy girl 'Cause I am so unhappy I can be your everything but your happy girl 'Cause I am so unhappy And you You can be my savior You could be my savior Can you be my savior? And then I realize No one can save me No one can save me No one can No one can save me I can be your fantasy I can be the girl who gives what you need I can be anything you want me to be But your happy girl I can be your everything but your happy girl 'Cause I am so unhappy I can be your everything but your happy girl 'Cause I am so unhappy

Take the hopes

I'll bring the ropes

I want revenge

To make you feel pain

Close the eyes

Open your mind

This isn't suicide

It's just a new life

Take the ropes

I'll bring the hopes

As my tears fall

Can we start?

Tie the knots

Make our bonds

Is this suicide

Or just a new life?

Anyway, I don't mind

Let's just save our words and say goodbye

He's got so much money

And it makes me sad

He's got everything he want

And I have nothing

He's got many women

And it makes me sad

He has so much desire to live

And I want to die

He is so hard to keep

And it makes me sad

He seems to be ok with us

While I am drowning

He needs nothing

And I want to give him everything

You have everything you wanted

And everything I wanted was you

How unfair can the universe to be?

I've never wanted you here

I've never wanted anybody here

But you just appeared in front of me

And now I'm here, sitting and typing among all these tears

I don't know (anymore) what to do

'Cause it seems like my life would be nicer with you

So how can I accept that I will never ever have you?

I would exchange my razor blade, my box of matches and even my whisky bottle for you

These things only ease my pain and make me feel alive

And you used to make me feel happy and fucking alive

I'm in love with death

But life can't let me go

I would invite him to a cafe

To talk about literature, about our lives

But that was not the kind of thing a bad boy would be interesting for

A bad boy desires to ride his motorcycle

For a thousand miles, maybe alone

High-speed, no concerns in his mind

Feeling the wind through the skin

And if he had the chance

Making sex with a lot of unknown faces that, for a good or a bad reason, crossed his way

Faces that will remain unknown after all

And me, well...the only thing I could offer was these kind of sensations

Only by having sex with him

But see, this is not that easy

When all I wanted to do

Was to admire him

While he was admiring life

I dreamt about blue skies

But I have fallen from them

I dreamt about deep oceans

But I have drowned in them

I dreamt about true freedom

But I have been stuck inside my sick mind

I dreamt about to be warm, to free me from the cold inside

But now I'm burning in flames

‘Cause music is playing And I’m feeling disgraced So I’m dancing with razors

Music keep playing And I’m feeling deranged So I’m dancing with razors

Every friday night I die

Oh, I die

Trying to feel me alive

At this point of my life, I wonder:

Are we born to live or are we born to survive?

Flowers to my grave 🌹🌼 I'm already dead ⚰💀

I feel there’s something about sadness

That calms me down inside

Kills my hopes

And makes me think one day I’ll be fine - or just stronger

Part IV

All I always wanted was to feel he likes me. But now I am not longer blind: it would never be enough. He would never throw away everything he built up for all this years, when I was just learning how to talk, to write; just knowing the world. Because he is crazy to not lose the opportunities, to stay with me while he already have another one. But not crazy enough to start it all over again, to lose things for me, and to discover the things he could gain with me.

Part III

And for all my childish games of pretending to be who I wasn’t, guess I really wanted to be a little different from who I was. And he made me feel like I was someone else. A more interesting person, or just a ordinary person, the way I’ve never felt before. He made me feel like I was finally living. And it was so true that he made me do things I would never do, or I thought I would never want to do. And the most painful thing: he made me change my own values just to be with him.

Part II

There was something about the feelings of other boys that never looked true for me. Maybe because I could see how they overestimate a relationship; it is not about the person itself. And I know that feelings can grow up in relationships. However, it never made sense for me. But something about that guy made me feel like his concern for me was real - independently of the kind of concern. And I suppose it was not just about his age, but about his way to be: closed off, kind of indifferent about any other thing except himself; who was too serious to lose his time with a girl like me.

Part I

I was twenty. He, forty six. I was looking for a way to have a little more exciting life and he… Well I don’t know what he was looking for. The only thing I ever knew is that from the start he made my life seems like a movie plot. An action movie, maybe a romance; I guess it was more like an erotic one, that unfortunately became a drama which I cried for more than I ever cried for any other thread.

Life, give me problems So I can stop thinking about him 26/02/18 00:35