thecause

There's so much I have thought,
so much I wish I could have captured in words.
Palavras that will probably be lost, forgotten.

Why would they matter,
The only reason why all of this mattered,
It's been for me.

This thing about science and everything I pursued,
Always felt a thousand times better,
Then dealing with the little crap that people do to each other.

Except, It is just as someone said,
This is all such a waste.

A woman of talent,
A girl of potential,
Someone with so much life and so much ability,
Lost in the sea of humans.

People that can't even see through all of it,
For they are under the laws of the world.


A life wasted.
A body used up for...
A person that deserved more than just a few people answering on a messgenger system.

A girl that deserved respect.
From any other woman around,
Or any dude that she'd met.

A girl that didn't deserve just to see the world from the backseat.
Watching guys talking to girls,
Seeing the way people actually live.

Relationships aren't complicated.
Relationships with me seem so.
People sometimes speak for themselves,

At others, I realize that nobody that came through my life,
Was capable of standing up for themselves.
Or simply shown themselves as...

Then you see this beautiful girl,
With a nearly brilliant mind,
There isn't a phone call from a person,

There's no dudes texting to go out on a regular,
There's sometimes people that call or message,
She doesn't even know if they want her company,
Or just looking to score some cash on the long run.

Seems like calling a girl 'Shit'
A girl, that had more than enough,
pays off.

Imagine that, to any man,
Who knows a hard-working cutie,
Someone who cares for others and everyone around,
Who sees these dudes,

And these women and men who have everything,
Just like, making out of a person, 'some thing.'
Is it right?

No.

You see this woman, who through all of what she may had been through,
That for whatever words she said,
A person that actually cared for literally every asshole that was near her.

For she saw the people in them.
She cared about each one of them,
only to find out that in the end,
Nobody would be there for her.

That she would never have the life she deserved.
That whomever she became,
She'd never have kids,

She'd never have someone next to her that truly cared about her.
That literally to every person that she loved,
From them there was only words of insult wrapped up in occasional backhand compliments.

This is the chick that apparently at one point couldn't speak a single word in portuguese,
That couldn't breathe, for her destiny was suppose to be 'respirador'.

A chick that has no idea of what she lived or where she's from,
Who through it all, understood everything else.

Science, languages, music.
No she was never perfect.
She never had as much opportunity.
But she embraced every chance,
And carved her way.

She is not the legend.
She is shit.
She carries on, saying she it.
And when the croud screamed 'Ey = A' she bounced with them,
Except she can't ever know what are they vibing to.

To a world where people aren't judged for their color,
for their size, for their sexuality, or for people that only care about themselves.

This is a girl, born absolutely perfect.
Shamed for every single part of herself.

A girl that is loyal, that just forgives,
probably because she has had so much to handle.

Yet this girl, is not the one who you shall see her kids prancing around
Frolicking in a frisbee field, making you think, this nutty is just like her mom.

Her children are nicely called .pdfs
Because of something that happened at sompoint in the world.
Like herself, no matter what she has done,
and boy, has she gone far,
and boy has she thought of nearly everything,
and tryied to work it for everyone,

She is the one who lives everyday not knowing.
Not hearing for any person nearby about what really lied in their hearts.

Pity? For looking at what we could have been
And seeing a 'used' car in the body of a girl?

Pity, for not knowing how to stand up, and making things different?
Absolute ignorance, for knowing how things can be better but not being able to change things because 'it is what it is'?

Why stay?
Why try to wake up another day, and write the words, and everything I wanted to say?
I've been warned my whole life, and it doesn't sound like fun.

Nobody bothers, it make no difference,
there's thousands of brilliant minds out there,
and they are all capable of something this shit did, and this shit has no place in this world.

She has no purpose.
She could try and do the music she never really had the opportunity to,
Why though?
Nobody is going to hear.

Nobody wants to answer.
There's thousands of other voices out there,
There's thousands of beautiful girls

Who were raised by their families,
Who were cared by the people they live and work with,
This stupid fucking girl...

Has made no fucking difference in this world,
and never will.