happy ending

they kiss, they smile
they hug, they cry
they say words
they say poems
but still
is this real?

they jump, they roll
they even sweep the records to goal
is this really happening?
is this really what life is?

i watched the stars
i watched the moon
but they speak ill of me
why do people speak ill
i didn't harm them
i didn't even touch them
but why?

i watched films to photos
cried to woe
from dawn to dusk i watch that shit
but still I'm alone
why have you created such fantasy
why have you created such hope
why have you created a lie

it kills me every time it's true
it kills me every time i went to the past
it kills me every time i feel the pain
the pain, animosity, sorrow
why did mind create a bed of excuses and reasons

everyday my life smells
my life take it in
throw up, slime, spit that every shit can make
all of the harsh but useless
awarded to me
why me?

day by day
notes beats guitar rings and up beats
my ears weaken
they are all but the same tune
I'm a fool
I'm a jerk
I'm a waste
I'm nobody

but why
why do people still encourage me
to achieve something
why do people push me up
when i want to stay below
why people tend to lift you up to fly
but forgot to give you wings
I'm not a fool
I'm a human
and a human likes happy endings