M.G. 2.0

Hey there, welcome to my crib

My habitat is my mind and it’s a dangerous trip

I can’t understand why you think there’s much in me to see

At least I know if I need to talk I can always take a sit

I don’t call it bad luck – only choices

You know, every action sets off an effect, mine just weren’t the best

And although I don’t have regrets, could had been sweeter my dessert.

I don’t close the door to my past, I open it wide open

If I know the roads I’ve taken I won’t fall in the same holes.

I don’t know if the world is against me or if it’s me against the world

Either way, since I can remember, we have never got along

People from my town aren’t bothering

I have better things to get my mind worrying

They talk in empty words, they get drunk on ignorance

I won’t get intoxicated, I’ll just keep my distance

I like to live my life on my own

Tho I’ve always enjoyed the company of a good smoke

My walls stand tall once again, maybe one day I’ll be able to climb them

Cross to the other side, have a life in which I have pride

See, things that don’t always collide

Maybe there’s more life after all than this landslide…

I’ve always had my head on the clouds, up there in the sky

Maybe that’s why I fell from so high

But I’ll stand on my own two feet again

I’ll be free once more, no order of restrain

But, you know, I’ve came to obtain

That running around the globe or glued to this chair

the only chain I can have is in my own head

They don’t hurt anymore, my scars and scratches

‘cause, you know, you can’t light up used matches

Can’t they see the soundtrack of my disaster is a work of art?

Why would they want to heal me, why would they want to tear it apart?

I’ve always liked the danger, that’s not something fresh

But maybe I’m not the only one that’s not at rest

Maybe we are all already with our own finger on the trigger

Waiting for someone to tell us not to - that this side can be brighter.

Maybe we are all already with our own finger on the trigger

Hands up, I give up, ready to shoot

And all we need is someone telling us that feeling can dilute.