Dizzy Night

Now, now, noooooow, in this moment, in this place, yes we are pretending to be happy, but we aren't, it doesn't matter everyone is sad, but everyone is drinking that fucking shit, yeahhhhhh we feel happy because of it, we are dancing in our sick brain, it is so nice, we dance, we laugh, and we don't know why, I'm happy so are they, but why?why?why? because we are celebrating this mother fucker sadness and agony, yes our soul is a room of agony, which is crowed of goshts and frustration, I love myself, yes I love myself right now, but I don't know why I hadn't met anyone like me, what the hell!, who am I? I don't fucking know that.
I hate me, and I hate them too, but we love eachother, we ask ourselves: What do you think about me? I just know that I love you, but you don't love yourself "me neither" but, why do I love you if I hate myself?, we are nothing in the middle of it, but as I have said nothing is everything...

Shut up mother fucker!.
My brain.