What I wrote while watching Sex & Lucia…

I hate freedom
Because I have none
I watch these people fucking
Standing without a thought
In all their glory
I look away
Stare
At nothing
At the thought of freedom
Tell me, what’s it’s like?
Freedom
Fucking hell
It’s everywhere
24/7
The haves
To my have not
Sure no ones fucking perfect, right?
I just want a little bit of this freedom
Just a morsel
Just to get me by in this miserable fucking world
Grant me this little bit of happiness
And you can have my soul
I don’t fucking care anymore
It hurts too much anyway

Boo fucking hoo
To those girls out there who are crying over some fool they lost
Boo fucking hoo
You lot were just faking it
Faking it to keep your man
Full of shit

Free people
They walk on the edge of life and death
They feel everything
Every emotion
Where do I stand?
On the precipice of a desert
Where ever I go
I end up in the same place
No different from the last
I feel nothing
Only emptiness
A longing to go somewhere

Sex & Lucia…WTF was that about?
Anyone?