My mind is crushing my head is full
You 've been harassing my living hood
The morning when waking I try to die
But then through the day I stay alive
Walk like a drinker, a blind without dog
Looking for someone who blow his horn
He just gave me space to shout on him
take out a revolver and make him screams
I want to kill someone maybe I'll kill my self
My neurologist told me try not to be dead
He told me to eat he told me to sleep
He wrote me an inscription of wonderful pills
Now I smile and then try to hide
Because I'm embarrassed and terribly shy
My friends love me most and give me good host
They have me on sight for not commit suicide
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i gnomi mou einai i e3is:
1on mou arese to poiima
2on agrieutika ligaki
3on o kosmos exei provlimata kai go asxoloumai me to stomaxi mou, kai me tous erotes mou me diafora eidi alieias. i ali8eia einai pantos oti 8a prepei na prospa8iseis na deis ta pragmata ligo pio xalara, outos i allos 8a pe8anoume mia mera arga i grigora, giati na 8es na to epispeuseis?
o stixos gia thn parenoxlhsh ths zwntanhs koykoylas ("koita3te! koynietai!") moy 8ymise toys a8anatoys stixoys toy imfoyf (o opoios akoma den mas exei timhsei):
Clay, iron kai wood
Psaxnw san to Robin Hood
oxi tipota allo, alla simera aytoktonise kai enas edo dipla.... ton vrikan kremasmeno...
episis o gallos apo to diplano grafeio exei na dosei simeia zois edo kai kamia vdomada, ir8e enas kai mou pe na pame na ton psa3oume giati mporei na xei autoktonisei.
TI DIAOLO PA8ATE OLOI SIMERA GAMO TO KERATO? TOSO POLI SAS PEIRA3E O AGIOS VALENTINOS???????
oxi bre paidia oxi
emena moy prokalei gelio opote to diabazw
Poly or8a epishmane o dmits thn zwntanh koykoyla
opws epishs kai alla fwteina shmeia.
nai, fovero gelio prokalei, akoma me ponaei i koilia. mpa se kalo sou, 5 xronia zois kerdisame me toso gelio.
Egw pou to xw ksanadiavasei exw na pw oti ta spaei. Kill em all!
Οι Him έχουν διαβάσει τους στίχους άραγε; Γιατί το βλέπω για τρελό χιτάκι...
Όσο γι' αυτόν που φυσάει το κέρατο του που ψάχνει η ηρωΐδα, πρέπει να κρύβεται καλά ο άτιμος. Τέλος, καλή η συνταγή του νευρολόγου αλλά μάλλον δεν βοηθάει στην λύση αλλά στην παρά-λυση... (Α καλό ε)!
Εγώ πιστεύω πως είναι μια αξιέπαινη προσπάθεια αν και, μεταξύ μας, μακρυά από εμάς τέτοια πράγματα...
O neyrologos den boh8aei sth lysh giati anti na ths dwsei syntagh ths edwse epigrafh. Twra ti akribws einai mia epigrafh 8aymasiwn xapiwn den einai apolytws 3eka8aro, mallon prokeitai gia symbolismo.
egw omologw pws antariasthka ligo. Mou rxetai mia periergh diathesh na piw, na kopsw tis flebes mou, na xarakwthw, na baresw to kefali mou ston toixo kai gia diafores alles tetoies eyxaristes drasthriothtes...
Bre poulaki mou, ligh aisiodoksiaaaaa!
Ligh, oxi pollh, alla ligh!
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