Only Fans

Giving them more of me than they believe
I've always been there but, what about me?
Who will be there till the end? I no longer know

Welcome to my Only Fans
Where I show the most intimate, but I don't charge you anything
Subscribe if you dare to look
At least I maintain my dignity

What's in my head is not pleasant
Always negative like Van Gaal
I'm established in all that's unstable
Stuck in a tunnel where there's no light at the end

I'd like to write that I'm too happy
That I'm going to conquer the world like Ansu Fati
That I give hugs and smiles for free
But I'm fried and harmful like Kentucky Fried Chicken

And it's sad, not being able to make anyone happy
Because you're not happy and you can't pretend
Feeling like your surroundings deserve heaven
And you're only giving them the worst of you

I need one damn thing to go right
One damn good news to make me believe
I can handle a hit, I can handle 2, 3
But it's already 10 and all at once

Professor in error for professing love
Expert in processing pain, in this unfair life
I scored the most beautiful goal, but it didn't matter
Because I lost the game even though I won the Puskas award

I give my best, I think: for what?
Tired of being here but it's not visible
Everything I suffered and never complained
So much that I rose, then fell

Giving them more of me than they see
I've always been there but, what about me?
Who will be there till the end? I no longer know
Peace to those who trusted me and to those who didn't, screw them

I've had 2 depressions, 13 years with anxiety
More sleepless nights than I can bear
How the hell am I not going to write well?
If only the tormented perform magic on paper

Call me Mosby, a lifetime looking for love
And I always had it in front of me, living is my Robin
There are things money can't buy
For everything else, MasterCard, I give you a masterclass

And I don't have her chained to my bed
I have her free because her soul is free
And when we fuck, all I can think is
What a great view I have when I put you on all fours

But this society is nothing fantastic
Nothing is natural, cousin, everything is plastic
You're not ugly, you're poor, mommy
No surgeon, no party

I put my relationship with life to the test
I didn't fall into temptation, I was faithful to survive
In the end, everything burned in the fire
Subze, there are more images for you

I'm a good artist but a bad influencer
And unfortunately the latter is what sells
I don't know about marketing or social media
But give me a microphone and I'll part the seas

I give my best, I think: for what?
Tired of being here but it's not visible
Everything I suffered and never complained
So much that I rose, then fell

Giving them more of me than they see
I've always been there but, what about me?
Who will be there till the end? I no longer know
Peace to those who trusted me and to those who didn't, screw them

Everything moves out of pure interest
They're outraged by a burning dumpster, not people searching in it
My weapon, a pen, the word, a rifle
Although luck doesn't smile, it laughs at me

Fascism is cured by reading, but the fascist doesn't read
I sing to see if that pig listens to me
That soulless pig
Because those armed with books are free from weapons

I've grown old
And I'm not saying it, the mirror says it, and it doesn't lie
My head doesn't rule me, my heart is breaking
I bet everything on the red of the slit of your skirt

You say, I do, hence the distance
Between your chest and my chest, and this heartbreak, it's not fair
To lie in this narrow bed
I'm a waste, that's why I was thrown out

If there's a God, he's a son of a bitch
For doing nothing and letting people suffer
Still, I'll pray to him out of fear before stepping into the grave
Crazy, never say never

Because I never thought I would succeed even by trying
And I wrote happily even though inside I was drowning
Me bleeding, them watching
Me smiling at them, do you see what I can be?

I give my best, I think: for what?
Tired of being here but it's not visible
Everything I suffered and never complained
So much that I rose, then fell

Giving them more of me than they see
I've always been there but, what about me?
Who will be there till the end? I no longer know
Peace to those who trusted me and to those who didn't, screw them