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مووان ... ؟!
من تا خرخره واسه نیوفتادن اتفاقاتی که نباید تلاش
میکنم .. و وقتی افتادن ...
دیگه نه اعتقادی به مووان کردن دارم نه توانی واسش.
Yes, I look happy, happy all the time But you don't see me, see me when I cry .. I can't find an open door When I try, it breaks me more Should I quit and should I go? Should I leave this all behind? Same things happen all the time Can't get out of my mind Doing things I shouldn't do If you ask me, I have no clue Yes, I look happy, happy all the time But you don't see me, see me when I cry 'Cause I'm a master, master of pretending Lately never-ending When does this all make any sense to me? God, I know you can set me free And please open a door and again restore This broken piece of me ... A better treasure chest that was made for more ... And there is purpose behind closed doors A better treasure chest that was made for more ... And there is purpose behind closed doors Am I the one who is insane For not feeling like the same? All I want is to be heard In a world that's full of hurt Waking up, searchin' for a sign Yes, I fall, but I still climb No, you don't need me to teach Just 'cause the dream is far to reach Take this fear and take that doubt Throw 'em away before I drown Before I drown Yes, I look happy, happy all the time But you don't see me, see me when I cry 'Cause I'm a master, master of pretending Lately never-ending When does this all make any sense to me? God, I know you can set me free And please open a door and again restore This broken piece of me ... A better treasure chest that was made for more ... And there is purpose behind closed doors A better treasure chest that was made for more ... And there is purpose behind closed doors When does this all make any sense to me? God, I know you can set me free And please open a door and again restore This broken piece of me ......
Why the end..? Why are all the chessboards you give me already frozen from the start? This wasn't something I chose, was it? I know I'm a loser ... But I wanna play and lose. Not keep getting thrown into fields where the final whistle for loss has already been blown... Am I that worthless..? So worthless I don't even count as a prop? I mean ... you know I hate myself so much ... no one can understand how much .. ! But the world.. you're holding way too much of a grudge against me .. Why do you send your mornings crooked my way ... ?! Where did I hurt you? Did I steal from your galaxies? Did I kill your favorite star on my birthday? Did I look at your moon without permission? Did I mispronounce your name? Did I mess up your birthdate? Why do you bring me back to life when I die And kill me when I'm alive? Why do you block my way when I wanna run And open it up when I wanna stay? Are you mad at me? .... because I blinked when you shined your sun in my eyes? Or because when you sent waves taller than me, instead of dodging I fell flat on my face? You know honesty is the one thing I want most from everything .. So why are you hurting me without even telling me what the story is ..
You know ... first times are so cruel They put you on a chessboard as someone who knows nothing about chess .. But the real bug is when you're actually a skilled chess player ... but they pressure you so hard that you forget every detail of your identity ... all those standards you were sure defined who you are ... you can't stay true to them anymore. You can't even introduce yourself anymore .. 'cause you've gone against everything you used to define yourself with .. And you know what's harder than that? When they place you right in the middle of a chessboard that's already lost, game over .. and here you don't even count as a prop .. You look around ... and all you see is endings .. Every way you look, you only see endings .. So now you're left with nothing from a game that was already lost ... And this game is like a VR headset ... showing you nothing but the end .. For everyone else, the game is still going ... pieces are moving .. Some pieces are happy .. some are sad .. but they're moving ... they're playing ... even losing ...... But you .. ? you don't even get the chance to play ... because through that headset that's yours ... everything's already over.
I mean ... how is it even possible ..
to be in Tony Stark's world ..
and not get on your knees for him?
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𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 ... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 🫶🏻
