When I Was Born, I Began To Die.
Not Only Did I Begin To Die, I Began To Be Reborn.
Makes Any Sense?
Well, I Dont Expect Anyone To Understand Me.. I Dont Understand Myself.
I was Made To Be Different, I Can Feel My Fate, My Fable, In My Hands Waiting For Me To Write Its Story.
Im Not PURE, In This World Full Of Taint, Its hard To Be Near PURE.
People Make Mistakes, And Those Mistakes Make People.
Understand ?
People Form New Thoughts And Lifestyles From A Mistake They Make.
So, If This World Is A Mistake, Is It Telling Us To Make A Better Life Style?
Who Knows Anymore...
Beauty Comes From Pain, So Maybe It Is True.
But With Such Insecurities Formed, ITs Hard To Trust.
Trust... Is So Hard To Build.. but Easy To Crumble.
Ive Got My Reasonings, Which I Dont Need To Tell.
But Believe Me, Insecurities Are Not Always Bad.
My Life Style Is Mine To choose,
MINE TO LIVE,
So why Discrimacate Against Me When All I Want To Do is live A Life..?
Why Not Go Live Yours, Why Not Go Enjoy Your Own.
You Only Get 1...
But Like I Said...
When You Are Born, You Begin To Die.