NADA #1

by Viktor Tejada

This is all an illusion
Something I made up
I am a magician
A master of self-deception
Stirring souls
Ruining lives (mostly mine)
And the road to certainty is still something I can’t see
I’ve got a long way to go,
I’ve got to get past a ton of bullshit ahead of me

I feel nothing but extreme insecurity
They are there, and I’m still here
They’re like that, and I’m like this
And shut up, I know they are not the proper basis (not that there should be one)
But despite knowing all that,
I know I am not one bit close to my kind of proper,
And I hate it

I’m not really the hero I say I am
I’m not really the hero I say I am
I’m not really the hero I say I am
I’m not really the hero I say I am

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