I woke up to know everything's wrong and it's nobody's fault but mine. Took my self pity and watch how's taking every little piece of my self respect and don't do anything about it. Scream in the darkness pointing shadows I don't see, blaming God for my faith, for being in a perfect greek tragedy I just created for me. It's no one else's fault. I want to be a teenager still. What do I want? To plant poisoned flowers everywhere, to leave bombs of faith in every baby's cradle, so their spirits can die as mine. Who do I love? Everyone who wants to hug me in the back without asking: 'Who do you are?' The one running away back there. The one focused in keeping my life as shitty as I can, I'm Jack's broken self respect.

I look my patronizing gun pointing right between my eyes. It looks like I'm ready to shot a world full of my lies, where everyone's the one to blame but me. Where I'm just a girl who can't be questioned or blamed, where everything works out cause I'm smart and I finished a career, cause mom is right behind me, letting me know no matter how crazy we are both, we'll always be right.

Buy myself some time, maybe run away again is gonna save me. The ghosts are slow, is gonna be some time before they realize I changed my name again, my hair is different and I don't feel and act like a crazy bitch. 'Don't worry your ego is still big, just keep thinking you're right' and keep lying until you believe your fake idea of what's right and wrong, maybe even build a new one. Escaping always has a great re-build-your-brain bonus, the perfect perspective to fool yourself and others about where are you going. 'I'm making a new life' I would say and everyone understands the economy, the international situation, the new era makes you wanna change your skin. Fools. They don't know the old skin doesn't works anymore.

I try to go through this to get you and I see your toaster flying, attacking you with some everlasting bread. -Sigh- So afraid of reality, so much in my own self pity to even try to save you from this oat bread crashing with your forehead.