Fire at night.

When at night, I feel so desperately alone
I start to believe that I constantly hone
My character, my mind and my persona
It's just me and I do what  I wanna.

But at night, when the light goes out,
I sincerely think that without a doubt,
I slowly lose my mind and my perception,
And that's why I slowly do a correction.

Correct my attitude and my personality
Because in this world there's no need for duality,
I can be who I am, but I can't be what I want
Because then I can't pretend I'm just a runt.

My mind is messed up and my view is foggy,
I wish that I could turn into a little doggy,
Bark for food or cry for attention,
Because your mind is your biggest detention.

In the prison of my mind, I warmingly reveal
All that you people make me feel for real.

3:00

Ok, hai sa clarificam o chestie: asta nu e o poveste

In care totul e frumos, hi hi, ha ha, iar eu trec peste,

Nu, asta e o critica acuta a unei minti instabile

Aflata printre persoane cu conexiuni fragile.

Si da, poate cateodata sunt mai necizelat,

Insa sunt educat, cultivat si calculat.

I-auzi!

Calculez cu raceala daca sa mai caut apropiere,

Chiar daca la fiecare inventar am fost dat la scadere.

Si e un lucru ciudat, atunci cand ofer tot gratis si garantat,

Sa fiu aruncat intr-un colt al mintii, poate chiar uitat.

Oboseala isi spune cuvantul, iar printre palcurile de ceata din fata ochilor mei,

Vad peste doar cifra 3. 

3..3... 3 ... 3:00... 3:01. AM.