Like The Rest.

You just didn't miss me old boy

I had all these dreams,all this joy

But really,you shouldn't have said

"I trust you,you know that i care"

The memories I won't forget

They haunt me now,at every step

But listen to what I have said

You'll miss me and you will regret

My footsteps you'll search in the snow,

The joy of your laugh when i joked

But sincerely boy I can see

That you are the one I can't please.

Now I see your face at night

You talk to me,everything's fine

But everytime i wake up

The horror just keeps coming back.

Now movies are full of cliches,

And i see those cute couples as test

That if I do pass with good scores

I will get my life back,I'll live more.

You were just a boy like the rest

I was just a girl like the rest

It was just a day like the rest

When you left me,

But really,who cares?

It's called dissapointment.

It's almost twelve o'clock.Im sitting in my-really-old chair,looking at my left arm cause i just discovered it's been covered in liquid cheese,and trying not to think about my too-long-fringe that constantly gets in my eye.

The good thing is,im thinking about everything else except for THEM.

Yes,they are two.almost everybody knows that.

But not anymore.

At least the one is gone for me.

Dissapointment it's called,and is actually one of the most enlightening feellings.

You see,when someone dissapoints you,there is a moment of total clarity.

You just open your eyes and wonder:

What have i been doing all this time?What was I thinking?Why didnt i see these stuff earlier?Why did i have to fall in order to realise that i was heading onto a FUCKIN PRECIPICE?HUH?

...aaand you get it i guess.

At least i finaly realised it,and it's not too late.

Actually it's never too late.

Most of the times is actually too early.

And as a wise-man-whose-name-i-cant-recall-right-now said:

"The death that doesnt kill you is the worst one"

...I know it's pretty(or maybe completely)irrelevant,i just wanted to mention that.It sounds really nice-and totally accurate.

Forget that,Mr. Wonderwall

Boy you have been my wonderwall

But lately i haven't been so happy anyway

and i dont blame you

but you know,

you're just a wall for me now.

Cause all the wonders i could see in your eyes

have become a mix of wasted daydreams and tears

And i dont know where they've gone but,

I can feel it,

They're just not coming back.

But why do I always expect too much?

Wonders are a luxury nowadays.

and so is love and good music.

Yes,i walk around somehow,but you have killed me.

"Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Who am I that I come to be here...?

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
And there is no point saying this again
there is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you."

As I've said before,

YOURE so great at what you're doing MOZ!

No,really,Morrissey is such a great artist.
He can seriously convert your emotions into words.
PLUS,It's kinda reassuring to know that there are thousands of people who feel the same as you.

If I ever become ridiculously rich,i will build a statue of Morrissey in the middle of every capital's central park,and i will force schools to teach Moz's lyrics at the litterature lesson.
VIVA MORRISSEY!