I’m not man enough to be human

but I’m trying to fit in

and I’m learning to fake it

Don’t ever meet their friends

It tells you too much

or not enough

or worse

exactly the wrong thing

every nuance

every detail

every movement

every smell

sound

phrase

the way she laughs

these are all the things that you either obsessively fetishize

or make yourself grow to love

although you are supposed to be done growing

she is still growing

its like a garden with two flowers

one just blooming and casting a shadow

just like yours

and then it becomes a struggle

of sunlight

or rain

or weeds

She and every she

is doomed to be your idea of her

she and every she

is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human

but I’m trying to fit in

and I’m learning to fake it

but worse so,

back to the point

you are no longer the flower

and the sun

and most importantly the garden

or the gardener

a muse

your amusement

I am used

its all ruined if you meet their friends

she and every she

is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human

but I’m trying to fit in

and I’m learning to fake it

you never wanted to share

your concept of your creation

with any other gods or worshippers

your book isn’t burned

it was never written

your book isn’t burned

it was never written

I’m not man enough to be human

but I’m trying to fit in

and I’m learning to fake it

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson (credits: MansonWiki)/Letra da autoria de Marilyn Manson (cortesia de: MansonWiki)

Post Scriptum: Flores.