Not in experience

With all the glory I had in hand
Nothing compare to things I had in mind
A mind partially empty
A personality virtually happy

They say I'm happy, they say I'm crazy
But you haven't seen a piece of reality
A story that's full of crap
A journey that's full of freaking set up

All this time I've been trying to fit
But now it's your turn, come take my seat
I had enough of this stupid shit
Audience you'll be pleasing are pieces of talking meat

Whatever you do, however you try
People around you will just make you cry
They'll be contented on what you can't give
They want your body for them to grieve

They haven't show their true colors yet
But who cares by the way?
If I had mine soon to be grieve at
Saving my story, saving my history

So please step aside, the spotlight's mine
I'm gonna make my image shine
If ever I die with no stupid sign
At least I die happy and fine


*panget ko mag-english a. . .mali mali pa. . ahahaha