In vain, but beautiful.
Nothing, no one, can make up to your beauty.
And so I'm asking for a redemption for my youth that crosses my face in wrinkles.
In vain, but beautiful.
It triggers a thousand smiles to fall for our loves ourselves.
It matches our lives on top of each other, but we were never together.
What am I talking about, that made you so sad?
I need liberation.
I hear the sound of my life tumbling towards a horrible abyss so deep I could be buried from head to toe, without suffocating.
I will be suffocated, but I won't be dead.
At least that's not the reason why I'm still alive - to die.
What gives rise to philosophical principles would not condemn us to an absurdity, won't it?
I have everything you wanted, come and take them.
I furnish my heart and soul, to respond to a self-interested utilitarianism, because the world is mine, and I am my world.
I can make something beautiful into a horrible mess, and act like I still know my way, act like I still know who I am and what I can do.
I see changes taking place around people so dear, the way they turn around and turn back again sealed nightmares into my chest.
The urge of crying is so strong tears never spilled. The devastation unto me burns my soul to ashes before I realized what I am.
My life is in vain, but it is never beautiful in one way or another.
Some things may disclose its beauty, but we will all be sad.
I have never been more of a dumbass.
If it is who I am, why would you leave?
If you have seen all of me, why were you still happy?
If you recognize my disguise, why have you never told me, how much it cost your worries?
I am self important because I am not important anymore.
Where is that warmness? Maybe I can find it out on my own.
Maybe it's ok to be on my own, and I will be able to seek a warmth so close to coldness it felt desperate but intriguing.
That's what you're looking for, isn't it? Adventure.
So it's ok to be in vain, it's ok to be alone, it's ok to feel lost.
Because it is beautiful.