Yes it’s true, I am still connected to my mortal enemy.
Someone tries to keep in touch with me.
I want to get rid of it but there’s something that’s holding me.
It felt like some important connection that connect with us from the past.
But honestly this connection is fucking me.
Like a black magic someone is trying to tie me.
Someone from a family, a mother figure I can see.
I have to get rid of this connection now more than evil.
It’s like a devil talking to me.
I wonder how they can do this maybe by imagining me.
What the fuck I hesitate to open this up.
Maybe this is really so bad, I am too ashame to open it up.
I can feel like an energy that is so close to me.
So close that it will not go away.
Even if they’re not seeing me physically.
Their eyes just take a look as if they’re badly wanting me.
Are they what fucking me, or are they just scaring me.
I feel like they’re manipulating me from behind.
I can see his eyes hiding from my back behind.
He sound like a shadow, he must really come out from me.
But he’s following me around like a scarecrow showing me darkness from behind.
What the hell is going on, I really need to do some shadow work.
I needed some help before I get my moldivate.
It’s very important that I get rid of this because it’s fucking pushing me down.
I must be free from this enemy.
At least I have to replace him with another memory.
A beautiful song like attention will really help me.
At least that’s how I feel when I am going on my own way.
It’s time to let go of this man I am listening to.
Some deep voice coming out from someone I know.
A cousin that I really hate to get to know.
Because he’s fucking following me wherever I go.
I hate to accept this, but I feel like he’s spying on me.
As if, if I am not his cousin he will really pursue me.
He wants told me it’s not okay because we’re cousins and a family.
But who’s asking him, no one is attracted to him.
What a stalker hiding from behind.
Maybe look at me naked from behind.
Imagining my exotic beauty maybe turns them on.
What a shame, they must be stopped at all cost.
Even if I am far away, I feel like he’s still watching me.
He’s not alone, someone else’s is with him.
They’re trying to get to know the people I am talking to.
They don’t respect privacy, they always want to get in the way.
How the fuck could I cover it up, when it’s all open.
They can see but cannot touch, the beauty I have.
It’s fucking destruction me, but I guess that’s what celebrities do.
If they can handle it, rest assured I can do it.
It’s time to let them go.
I know it’s hard to not being destructed, but I can always abandon them and reject them right away.
I will not entertain anyone that is watching me.
They’re just crazy about trying to make friends with me.
But these devils cannot go near me.
They will be blinded by the sun that’s covering me.
It’s okay, they can’t hurt me anyway. They can look at me like they want to eat me.
But they cannot touch me nor talk to me.
The evils will just walk away, drowling salivas out of their pajamas.
I must be crazy to have felt this way, but this is the truth, I feel like I am seeing this.
Maybe I am a psychic, who knows I am still developing it.
I have to get over with it, that’s why I am writing about it.
It’s time to abandon this bad connection I am helplessly tuning in.
Transformers 