And who's going to tell me what's wrong?

The naivety of the white sheet, It saves you from talking nonsense.On the background of a white sheetessays become art.

I was taught to be strong.But no one said thatYou can be weak sometimes.To let a tear fall in a strong embrace.

Time heals.That's what I've been told since I was a kid.But I don't like any of them.He said it was a lie.The pain goes away, but the heart wounded forever.

Live like everyone else.They've been telling me since I was a baby.And not one of them is not He said be yourself.Blows to the face, to the ribsfrom the foot.That's what it means to be yourself..

Love those who are approvedPeople.Convulsively suggested those who they live a double life themselves..

but still on their feet.Gusts of wind no longer knock down.I am who I am now.I spit in hypocritical faces..And who can tell me that I'm wrong?