Diplomas on the wall, all it took was patience.
Say your lyrics and tell your story...
Everything you belive in everything you dared for, is all in a box you wrapped up.
Im blowing up like C4`s, and questionning you.
Truth is somewhere in the middle.
Im loving you so much that i lit my C4`s before i even had the time to ask my self "why"...
Why you following me for Nigga, why you harrazing me with running thoughts and dreams from hell?
Rain so poisen falling down in my mind, poisenning the only thing i thought was clean as a new washed sheet; my love...
I dont put diplomas on the wall, becouse the soldier i am, i try to survive in this cold hearted world.
Sometimes i spend more dollars on a world i thought i understood, but i guess i was wrong.
Broad cast my life in a TV-show and you have noone to watch, broadcast my life in a young womans heart and you find Mr hate as a wiever.
I tryed to broad cast the new channel called: Comedian romance in her heart, but i doomed with that, i never managed. Becouse my C4`s were too sensitive...
I exploded too early, i destroyed the willage in Sarajevo too fast...
I hit, and then i ask who you are... I dont see love in my eyes when i meet my opponent in my mirror when im standing alone in that room infront of that mirror.
I see hate, hate towards me.
I told so many lyrics to you so i forgot the important line: I love you.
No i am not my self, something went wrong in my system, awfully wrong.
Im leaving now for one reason, to escape me...
I dont leave you, but im leaving becouse i have to dissepeare a while before i destroy you.
I hate the thought that i would destroy you, i hate it becouse iknow i have that power.
I love you too much to hurt you, but my story tells i hurted you.
I rather not breath now, i rather not live right now.
i wanna broadcast my final show, maybe here where no one see me, no one reads this so its a good plattform to run it here...
But then again, my TV-show never had any wievers.... not even love liked to follow me more then a day or two...
My decission to dissepeare is a choise i have to do, its a choise i need to do, to save the future i planned so carefully the past 1.9 years...
Can i save something that might be dead by dissepearing? Iknow i destroyed it by my C4`s...
Iknow it was all me to blame... I admitt, and accept that im defeated...
Iknow satan had a part in this, but its still me whos running my engines....
So, im running my last show here now, this night, this very late eavning... Maybe not my last show forever, but still my last show spoken thrue a mighty poets words....
So my show tells you the lyrics; I did wrong, and admitt my defeat. I exploded killed you, but not becouse i enjoyed it, i hated it becouse i love you. I saw my mistake, and thats why im dissepearing, to let you heale and maybe, just MAYBE... i can save something that can bloom one winters day in December...
Can i ask you something?...?...?...
Do you love me like before?
Becouse i have one single diploma on my wall, and it is that one where it sais what i have done that i am most proud over, and if you read my hand writing on that diploma, it sais that the most thing i ever were proud over, was that i loved you and still love you so much forever and ever....... Just one diploma on my wall, thats all i need........
"Sing for me one last time so i can lie in your arms and know that i will die in peace"
// Michael J (not Jacksson)
