Me

There are two souls inside of me,
The one is angel- hard to see,
The other-devil-coming through
And seen in everything I do.

It`s hard to be too rude and bitting
When you`re surrounded by your friends,
And to be charming and life liking
When you are meeting your new fans.

I`m tired of being so strong and blind,
Of playing not what`s there inside,
Of putting mask on every morning,
Of letting them to see my lies.

It`s boring to be living idol,
To be the one who`s never frightened,
To keep them saying- "You`re the best!",
To show them that you need no wrest.

I need no help and no advices,
I need no thanks and no devices,
I don`t depend on what they say,
I`m playing them, they`re in my game.

Some of them-nice and pleasent,
Some-opposite,- they`re rude and deset,
But in the fact they all are fools,
Who made me be the one who rules.

To tell the truth,- I like them all,
Till they are under my control,
But if you`re out-be aware,
`Couse I can be the one to scare

I`ll look inside, I`ll analyse,
You`ll be the one who I despise.
I see through persons, through their souls,
Don`t try to hide, just play your roles.

                03.01.2003