Ya Allah I need
when I look at myself
I see equaliy in other peoples mistakes
I am not a good person
and I am not the best
but i want to be
Ya Allah
sometimes i feel like i can rule my world
and noone can do anything about it
nothing can change the balance
and sometimes i feel
like i am worst than the poorest slave
unable to even beg for a piece ofa penney
hopeless to exist
Ya Allah
i dream excessively
and with great infatuation
it controls me and takes over me
and yet those dreams
those dreams are all inflated
with black magic
and broken mirrors
showing an image of beauty
when f u look closer
its really ugly
nasty and superficial
Ya Allah
here I am so lost
i dont even know where to begin
even though i have a plan wirtten
even though i have an idea to save the plan
and yet here i am unable to exist
except when i close my eyes
except when i dream like a life saving connector
to what though
to what life?
i am the petrol of those dreams
my time is the money and my breaths are the tax i have to pay for those dreams to exist
so why do i feel ike those dreams arnt even mine
they arnt even mine
my dreams
my true dreams
are not fc and a stupid hello
see this just proves my point
it jts proves my point
somewhere somewhere
there is a connection lost
within me
because my dream is so big is so large is so great
and yet the truth is so small is so tiny is so minature
somewhere ther is a descrepency
between honesty and lies
if u closed your eyes could you imagine that/
?
i guess i could but its forced and unreal
look at that!
even my dreams arnt real anymore
the closest thing to isnt even real
if you were asked a question that your life dependedon in this context
is this what you want?
yes
or
no?
NO
simple now that is real
so then if u know that
why are u still here/
?
when I look at myself
I see equaliy in other peoples mistakes
I am not a good person
and I am not the best
but i want to be
Ya Allah
sometimes i feel like i can rule my world
and noone can do anything about it
nothing can change the balance
and sometimes i feel
like i am worst than the poorest slave
unable to even beg for a piece ofa penney
hopeless to exist
Ya Allah
i dream excessively
and with great infatuation
it controls me and takes over me
and yet those dreams
those dreams are all inflated
with black magic
and broken mirrors
showing an image of beauty
when f u look closer
its really ugly
nasty and superficial
Ya Allah
here I am so lost
i dont even know where to begin
even though i have a plan wirtten
even though i have an idea to save the plan
and yet here i am unable to exist
except when i close my eyes
except when i dream like a life saving connector
to what though
to what life?
i am the petrol of those dreams
my time is the money and my breaths are the tax i have to pay for those dreams to exist
so why do i feel ike those dreams arnt even mine
they arnt even mine
my dreams
my true dreams
are not fc and a stupid hello
see this just proves my point
it jts proves my point
somewhere somewhere
there is a connection lost
within me
because my dream is so big is so large is so great
and yet the truth is so small is so tiny is so minature
somewhere ther is a descrepency
between honesty and lies
if u closed your eyes could you imagine that/
?
i guess i could but its forced and unreal
look at that!
even my dreams arnt real anymore
the closest thing to isnt even real
if you were asked a question that your life dependedon in this context
is this what you want?
yes
or
no?
NO
simple now that is real
so then if u know that
why are u still here/
?
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