Modern Realism

I hate myself because I love you
but can't understand a thing about you
I realise my fear has nothing to do
with the fact there's no way to forget you
Well I'm trying hard but feelings get
used to the fact I never know how to choose
If that love's supposed to be my way
trough my stupidity is my prison too
Have I caught my brain in this
Boredom we all live in this modern realism
This modern realism boredom we all live in
Hate myself because I hate you but there's nothing hateable about you
While I turn these pages in a fake book It
seems I've lied so much that it became truth
When I sing words ask me out of the blue
if there's something real to read about you
If your heart does bleed then I will find
you like a shark I'll need just a drop or two
There's a lot of blindness in
Modern realism
This modern realism boredom we all live in
Fate is lust without the same tools
and I try my best to make it harmful
And the more I write the more I can lose
what it's like to be the one you can fool
You say "It's a dolce vita what you came
through so there's nothing interesting about you
Need to pay for fame by getting abused
by your assholes parents in your childhood"
And be a soul to rate in this
Modern realism boredom we all live in