Vida apagada

Estoy asqueado de lo que me rodea, de mi vida, del mundo...de todo. ¿El por que? el "por que" es lo principal. Todo me resulta monótono, nadie ayuda a nadie, no hay amistad, no hay fortaleza, no hay nada y encima de que no hay absolutamente nada bueno, existe todo lo malo: Hipocresía, Egoísmo, Mentira, Odio.... Un individuo siempre está buscando la destrucción de otro.

Desde hace unas semanas  la vida, o mejor dicho, mi vida, me resulta aburrida. Ahora mismo pienso que no estoy hecho para un mundo en el que reina el caos y la discordia, en el que no hay una razón para seguir adelante o para resistir.

Con esto no estoy absolviéndome de no haber cometido nada malo, porque por mucho que intento evitarlo, acabo cayendo como ser humano que soy. Tampoco es una declaración de suicidio, ya que ese camino es demasiado fácil.

Billy Talent - Surrender

She reads a book from across the street,
Whenever someone that she'll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
Killin' time before she struts her stuff,
She needs supporting, I'll become the crutch.
She'll never know how much she means to me.
I play the game but I'm the referee.

Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.

Even though I know what I'm lookin' for,
She's got a brick wall behind her door.
I travel time and confess to her,
But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger.

Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.

I think I found her suffering the field of words,
I think I found her frowning in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.

I think I found her suffering the field of words,
I think I found her frowning in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don't belong to me.
This flower don't belong to me.
Why could she belong to me?

Every word, every thought every sound.
Every touch, every smile, every frown.
All the pain we've endured until now.
All the hope that I lost you have found.

Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we've endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.

(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask