stile?

sometimes i feel like flying over all the roofs

of a big city called mainstreamtown

locking down the head lifted proudly, unfightable

but then there are points i crash down with suddenly force

smashed on the ground again

beaten from myself

knowin my only true enemy:

myself.my faith. my own pride. my own intolleranz. my own self-esteem

fighting on a huge battlefield against this monster whithin

seeing all the other around me despising

the thought of unique

which tries to express itsself

to show everyone who to be

everybody who disrespects such a flight

is just a fucked up guy

fallen alove with hisself

because its easier to follow the crowd

so easy...to easy  

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