another fuckin' feeling

Life starts. You grow up and understand that it sucks. It fucks you every day, more and more. First you feel a terrible pain, then you don’t care at all. You find something that you love and let it kill you. Slowly. You forgot what it means to smile, laugh or be happy. Your heart is killing you, life is killing you, people are killing you, air is killing you. You don’t care you are going to die or to live. You don’t care about anything. The pain is like drugs, if you don’t feel it, you aren’t complete. Or maybe drugs are like a pain, you don’t see difference. You’re stressed and depressed. More and more every day. Then you understand that you’re enough. You’re dying every day. You’re not alive. But you’re not dead. You’re nothing. Like a ghost, just worse. You have to do something, so you buy a gun. You don’t care. You don’t feel the pain. You just feel the air.

Life starts. Your heart kills you. Then it ends.

Placebo - My Sweet Prince.mp3