The Lives

Sometimes
I am not afraid to dream
Sometimes
I am not afraid of a simple gunshot
Sometimes
I am not afraid of this bullshit
Sometimes
I am not afraid of the monster in my closet

I like to think to myself
If I would ever get a friend
Not that I am a damn mouse
It is I'm merely a flunker in words
If I want to say Hi to you
Would thou at least care for me?
Never mess about and yell me a fool
That is never ever kind to reply to me

I never learn but I can yet see within the doors
I attain for who I am and who you know I am

Sometimes
I am not afraid to dream
Sometimes
I am not afraid of a simple gunshot
Sometimes
I am not afraid of this bullshit
Sometimes
I am not afraid of the monster in my closet

When primes make me feel like I'm dead
I'm still breathing inside these walls
I'm some goddamn spirit in this room
I hardly grin if I get to chat in that room
Well, people will know I'm nevertheless ready
To deal amidst people who bitch at me
I really wanna be your friend now
But you simply just can't appear like a jackass

I never learn but I can yet see within the doors
I attain for who I am and who you know I am

Sometimes
I am not afraid to dream
Sometimes
I am not afraid of a simple gunshot
Sometimes
I am not afraid of this bullshit
Sometimes
I am not afraid of the monster in my closet

While I may be dead until I wake up
Bland as hell and gone like disco
My poem narrates you whence to make friends now
So take a line and write this crap down now

Sometimes
I am not afraid to dream
Sometimes
I am not afraid of a simple gunshot
Sometimes
I am not afraid of this bullshit
Sometimes
I am not afraid of the monster in my closet