My Scrapbook Life

My Scrapbook Life


Come to me and open the book of my life, read my history
Little words, pictures of the dreadful past, as you can see
I’m scratching faces with the black ink of your toxic eyes
Calling and telling myself not to drown into your stupid lies

Little flowers in the corner of the pages, just for the elegance
I didn’t live these years, I wasn’t in the days of innocence
Help me to control the dark side of my pitiful way of living
See while turning the pages, how it feels to be scrambling

I can’t remember, why am I smiling with all my deception?
You, up there, what is the reason of every of my little action?
Am I a criminal, punished by the demoniac roses with thorns?
Condemned to jail for the same reason as everybody, being born.

Take a fast look to my nightmare
Then try to catch why I am there
Stare at the bottom, my signature
This is my scrapbook life failure