Animia

I wasnt saying sorry
I just wanted to be
acknowledged
Why must I destroy
everything that I employ
in the growing foliage

all the fussing and the fighting
and theyll be no good night and
its all just the same

so I cannot watch this
people giving
up their wish
their life
the way they exist
so barman pour me another drink

forgive me
a non conformist
alternative
call it what you will
on the rocks with a twist

everybodys fake
and I am just
as animic as I can take
I cant feel my veins
and I am too drained
to switch myself off
to turn myself away
I have no control
over this way

so yeh when Im going down there
Ill be down here with the fuss
and with all my fake selves
theyll be no room for us

because as somebody
trying to make it
in the world
as a boy,
as a girl
it doesnt matter
when life is only earth
and youre growing in the dirt

pretty colours do not fade
only the real
not the fake
dont up the make
up that that make
god chose you just the way