i wanna help you understand my life, first of all how much do you love your life?
life is not like a wife, you only get one chance, not twice, nor three, you
can't divorce from life and get another chance.
each day i wake up in a different house, hove you ever been kicked out
of your house; and handle to make it on your own in a country you'd
never call your own?
tell me, d'you understand my pain now?
to tell you more, picture yourselfin a love story, you love this one person
who you think will be there for you at all times, even be loyal to you.
that's a true love story.
but don't picture yourself in that story. picture you as me, in a tragic
story slowly desolving into a blur because the light at the end of the
tunnel is getting brighter and brighter.
dreams are for those who are free in spirit and clean of bad intentions, succes is for those who destroyed many dreamers along the way.
i'm still a dreamer, but i'm fighting for succes.
i hope you're starting to understand me, life is to short and i gotta move fast, even tho it looks like i need some NOS. but looks are
deceiving, you can't judge a book by it's cover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.