Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
I’d like to be
right in-between
asleep and awake
Is it too hard to take?
It’s the only place
Welcome to reality
Again, this is how you're supposed to be
No more stupid sentimentality
It only makes you one weakling, cry-baby
They say speaking up is important
You don’t know me well enough
especially to live my life
to make such short-sighted assumptions.
That’s okay, though.
Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions,
no matter how flawed.
Losing track of time,
does it even exist?
Nothing comes out right,
not...with a lot to miss.
Body on autopilot.
I am sick to death of you
turning her all black and blue
taking over her already tortured soul
making her feel less than whole
I’ve had it with you
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
Ask me not
about the bastard
who’d made this heart
nothing but a toy
my emotions, his sickest joy
INTRO:
Welcome to the class of life.
Experience is your teacher.
Here's your lesson:
Who died and made you god?
You make me crack up
Such an attention-seeker,
still desperate to be heard
asking for worshippers
You keep forcing that old, rotten joke
about how we keep quiet
yet demand that we be understood
Ha...ha...ha...!
What a dork
If age is just a number,
then why does time feel smaller?
Space is no longer
as wide as we once experienced.
Before the digits,
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
