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Paroles: The Little Boy Tinted in Yellow

This story began almost three years ago.
There was a young boy, who had just turned sixteen years young.
He had many dreams, actually he had a few.
The people around him thought that his dreams would never come true.
They would tell to be realistic.
They would try to discourage him and put his mind on anything else.
This little boy thought that this was the end.
This boy started to think that he could never have his ambitions realized.
He was discussed with himself, with his life.
He thought that he was a poor excuse for an asshole.
Anyway, he was complemented by his father.
This egocentric monster used to call him:
"You stupid ass"
"You dumb son of a bitch"
At least, he said those annoying things to every living soul he used to know.

One year past.
One lousy year past.
One mental disturbed year for this new seventeen year old boy past.
He was alone.
Not with his friends but by himself.
His master the monster had just beaten his angel.
He had pushed and swung him around a couple of stairs.
That year he wanted to be with someone.
He wanted to be with a girl.
He got one.
This little boy thought it was forever.
This little boy was wrong.
(You probably understand what I am talking about)
He was a possessive jerk, but you have to admit that she was a...
Anyway, he started having those deadly thoughts again.
He was sick and annoyed of his father.
He was sick of having these unnecessary feelings for this girl.
He was even more disgusted with himself.

Another year passed the face of our little eighteen-year-old boy.
His life was better.
He had a new respectful loved and loving girlfriend.
The monster ran away.
His angel found her cupid.
He actually had his dream come true:
He.. was.. a.. nor.. mal.. person just like you!

To those people who think that this story sucks shit.
To those people who think that this boy is and always be a screw up,
Well guess what?
This boy is and always will be me!

To those people who encouraged me,
To those people who helped me,
"Thank you"

To those people who discouraged me,
To those people who put the pain in me,
"FUCK YOU!?"