I'm not a poetCall me a poet 'cause I memorize my rhymes But I'm just tryin' to free myself from living in my lines Wich is not easy, sometimes it's hard to tell a difference Between what's real or not, 'cause if it's not, it's just my self-defense Searching for today, insead I found tomorrow Living the real way is just making me feel sorrow Always the same, always I wanna stop And I withdraw into myself and cry for my lost teardrops I'm not living, I'm just time-killing Call me a murder 'cause I live my way living There's no reason for me to say I'll make it this time 'cause again it'll be just some words, just a rhyme Call me a poet 'cause I write some stupid shit But it helps me coping better with the shit that I live with So I imagine my life, write it down and thus feel fine I live inside my head; no problem, this life is mine Even if it doesn't help, I try to live reality Sweet mentality, I live my insecurity I wanna see the world, glance at what is there for me So I try to capture every single opportunity I'm gonna make it to the moon, grab for the stars 'cause that's the only way for me to looking forward Someday I'll escape, and this day'll come soon Then I'm on my walk to the moon Plug in, press play, and I'm all out Someday I will make it, Someday I'll wake up
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