John Brightman: Ask me about the women I love?DSA: Sure?
John Brightman: I find it hard to find a certain dress up to fit in today. I often struggle to find a certain dress up. DSA, is true. It is. You are right. Andrea is right. The rappers are right. The celebrities are right and even my very own the Boston News team. I am a shmuck that looks like scrun. I am a stiff. A bozo. A Fool for attention.
You can't imagine how degrading it is to have to admit that rappers are right.
DSA: You are crazy.
John Brightman: I fell in love with this women, and she stole my heart and wrangled my emotions to a hopeless stage. She rejected me and broke my heart.
And, I cried. Because though I am a geek stiff scrub, I look at myself in the mirror, and, ...well, I don't know, I think I am looking at a handsome man good enough. I'm not a heart throb.
But I thought I can muster well with the simple typical dress code.
I close my eyes and fall asleep in pain and snap wake up 25 seconds later. Because the pain which closed my eyes to stop the tears from coming down, put me to a sleep moment depression. Then when I awake, all the pain goes into my heart..
(gasp) (sobbing) I just wish she will ever say, 'OH, POOR GUY, HE IS CRYING. "
Then come around to me and hug me. But that is not going to happen.
She'll leave me gushing on the thought of wanting to marry her one day. I am a strong man. But me, well, I weeped, and even though this pain hurts like hell, she comes around and sees me in pain, I mean is bad enough my heart is broken on the love feeling I have for her, and she kicks me in dissing form. And slaps my face. Leaves me raining tears from both my eyes.
My annoying crying sense, doesn't reach her. It just feels like I cried so hard about it, even God has to stop heaven to say, "oh poor John Brightman."
But God doesn't say that...I'm not sick. I'm just stressed out. But it really hurts. Because, I know I have this handsome look that she really fell in love with. But somehow, she can keep away from that thought and not think of me at all. You see, while I cry, alone, in pain, off been rejected, the whole entire world whom are all free people, not including wrong doer prisoners, all the people in the world, laugh. At me. And while the world is laughing I am crying. Is really allot more painful then how it sounds. The words don't express, the dead un motivated emotion. My eye lids from crying allot, tend to close half my eyes. Because there is a waterfall inside my brain. Not just a drain leak of tears. ....When I was a little boy, I always thought that when you fall in love with the girl, that, she would have some compassion. But, I was wrong DSA. .....What I am saying is, like, PAIN is a feeling. Emotional pain, is really what love is. You cry because you love somebody........But these people, though they are right, I still say, they are stupid. Because they don't really have love. ...I'm not jealous. They are. I'm just rejected. But really, I'm not jealous.
