OUTSCREENING CRAP
Living my life to raise my dreams, what a contradiction
When I’m unable to make true my eager ambitions
I don’t wear laces in my shoes to run out from false fiction
I’d like to be like one of those who features on the films
A bit stronger to destroy all the troublemakers
A bit more handsome to say “no” to cool girls when they are naked, and faking attitudes.
Should my dreams come true?
At the end, screen gets dark with white credits, appearing slowly the stars.
All the lights turn off over, outscreening crap on your life.
I think sometimes, its kind of fiction, sometimes some people fake as well, like the movies that we love.
I’ve been trapped behind the screen, now I can’t escape from the distance I can’t save.