I got many faces,
Freak’s the one I’m not,
24 people i dreamed about ,
And i still can’t stop the count,
I didn’t blink that I’d make it till 24,
So now i scream to an empty wind while i run.
I gave up on religions so i use songs lyrics as prayers now,
Songs of people i could relate to,
Before finding out their houses of gold,
I still wish they were like what they said too,
Like me too,
Trying to be a good friend , good son.
But at night my mom’s prayers are the reason heaven’s still trying to fix me,
While at night i throw all my sweaty shirts away,
And before night my friend told me he’s broken,
While i sit there with nothing i could say,
But I’m broken on the way too my friend,
And I’d give you all my pieces if i could,
I’ll give them all away,
Even if nothing left of me for you,
I’ll give them all away.
I got many faces ,
Freak’s the one I’m running from,
So rain down god and destroy me with him,
With them all,
Because he’s also a part of my heart,
I wanted to know the difference between dying and living,
Now i want them two too,
And grief is the only reason I’m living now,
You know i never thought I’d make it till 24,
Now maybe at 25 I’d fantasize more about the end too,
But the only thing i ended was my lover,
And i left the hero with her with no clue,
And i left me with the freak.
Most people keep telling that what i write is deep,
Sad , and blue,
But the know nothing shit of my stories,
They still no nothing to come,
If i did before it, I’ll let you know,
Now my parents turn the ac,
And i run because I’m cold all the time,
And i don’t know what else to feel,
I keep watching an old man’s life movie to keep hope that I’ll be like him too,
Tell me,
How to feel,
Where the only one you’re left with in your birthday,
Isn’t your best friend,
But her best friend too,
But I’ll keep her for now,
She’s cool.
And my other friend won’t remember,
It wasn’t about the flower or the cake or the flash that my parents can’t breath that you gave,
It was about that i don’t wanna be seen , i wanna be heard,
And i know i gave up on this option a long time,
To be found , to be shared,
But why did you gave up on hearing me instead ?
And the third friend was myself,
I finally made friends with me,
Maybe again..
And I’m happy i finally met him,
But i still cry even now,
Because now i got me and myself with each other to stand,
We stood and ran,
But we couldn’t manage our pace of our easy days,
Because i could never could slow down ,
Even she told me more than five years ago,
To walk by each other side,
But i couldn’t but to run..
I couldn’t but to run,
And the other hated all the running, didn’t even come to my races..
But I’ll blame it on the morning,
And I’ll sign a petition for night races,
And now i passed everyone,
Everyone,
And i was left alone sprinting under the sun,
So i run and run
And i scream to the empty wind,
Empty wind , no wait , that’s me ,
Because i got too many faces,
Freak’s the one i am.
And all of us faces ,
And all of us people from dreams, stick to him , because we screamed to an empty wind , empty wind , no way , that’s me , because i got too many faces , freak’s the one who ran , with me.
zaki monzer 