Moet je me maar niet uidagen in de chat
How are you today?
I really am not okay.
But you will offer me your help,
So that's not what I'm going to say.
That I don't want you to help me,
Doesn't mean I think bad of you.
I appreciate what you're trying to do,
But I think it's useless to try to make you see.
Because if I'd say this to you straightforward,
I know you'd act as if it were the most offensive thing you ever heard.
But if I just say what you want me to,
They're not really my words, but just what you insert.
But this time I won't roll the dice.
I don't want to gamble on your approval of my words,
But say what's on my mind, even if I know you'll be mad anyway.
Friendship isn't being afraid of making the other mad.
I should be able to say how I feel,
and it might not be nice, but it's real.
Sometimes it feels like you're being creative,
trying to find an evil meaning in what I do,
But I just want to live,
Without having to say sorry,
without needing you to forgive me.
It feels like, no matter how hard I try,
No matter what I do,
You'll say my intention is bad, you'll say I lie,
And that no matter what I say, it'll look bad to you.
I need you to be a friend..
If I don't understand something, which is often,
I will ask you about it,
And if you keep reminding me of how much I don't understand,
It just makes me feel stupid.
You think I make excuses..
You don't know me, or my intention,
And maybe you never will,
If you think I'm being mean, and sarcastic,
When what I'm really doing ,
Is just asking a question.
I'm not perfect, but you definitly are not, either..
I take it you've taken offense yet,
But that's okay,
Because you always think I mean bad,
So I won't let it make me sad.
Maybe there's more to me than what you see.
Think about that.
hen what I'm really doing ,
Then what I'm really doing ,
Yes, I know the answer lies within,
But can it really be that simple?
The novel of time is only thin,
Questions reflected on my skin,
Reflected in every wrinkle.
I can't know what life is about,
When you're not here beside me,
I don't know what thee alloweth,
Where do I go: north or south?
You're supposed to guide me.
Please tell me: where do I go?
You must be smarter than I am,
What? Why? When? You're supposed to know,
Never thought I needed you so,
Best friend in the mirror, a hollowgram.
I don't know what thee alloweth
I don't know what thee allowed,
Best friend in the mirror, a hollow
Best friend in the mirror, a hollogram.
Er valt niets te checken, het was overduidelijk dat hij alleen slechte dingen zag in wat ik deed. Zoals in het gedicht staat, kon ik gewoon iets vragen en het was voor hem meteen duidelijk dat ik het antwoord op de vraag al wist. Da ik de vraag alleen uit sarcasme stelde, of om te liegen. Want zo ben ik nou eenmaal. In zijn ogen.
Ah ja oke