:: Forever ::

So much time when we feel alone...
So much time when we've nothing to do.
But still, forever isn't long enough
When I get to be with around you...

Any trouble that you have,
I know I'll help you through.
If you keep loving me as I am,
I promiss I'll keep loving you too

Coz forever and a little more...
Is until when I wanna be with you
Just forever isn't long enough...
It's little time in the company of you.

:: What We Are ::

You're beautiful... but strange... so am I.
You're resigned... but seek change... so do I.
You're smart... but still slow... so am I.
You're dark... but still glow... so am I.
You're impatient... but fast... so am I
You're tired... but still last... so do I.
You're waiting... but hasting... so am I.
You're leaving... but staying... so am I.
You're hot... but still cold... so am I.
You're established... but not old... so am I.
You're amazing... but weird... so am I.
You're yourself... but still feared... so am I.
We both want to be a forever seen star...
I've to say, a lot in common is what we are.

:: Fate ::

" Why do you drink? "
" Why do you smoke? "
" Why all the drugs? "
" Why are you a fucking joke? "

Reminding me of what I am or do
Is like stabbing me with a knife.
I'm not bothering anyone!
Why don't you mind your own life?

I'm just done getting up so I can face another day.
I'm done finding nothing but pain along the way.

I keep searching for ... something
But what the fuck am I looking for?
I try to believe, I get hurt.
I just can't take this anymore...

I breathe... Do I "live"? I still can't feel alive
Until my last breath I won't live... I'll survive.

:: Seeking for Answers ::

When we dream, during the day,
When we look out through the sky,
Is it normal for a person to look?
Is it normal for someone to cry?

While wide awake, can't sleep at night,
When we look out through the stars,
Does a normal person wonders about
Who wouldn't tear open our old scars?

When we gaze into the ocean,
When we keep staring at the sea,
Does a normal person wonders
What is it like to be the real me?

When they think about Heaven
And we imediatly think about Hell,
Does a normal person become scared?
Should we pick a different shell?

Still someone wonders about how have I been?
Or of what is it like to have a world within?
There aren't so many others beside me.
And there are so many questions that we all see.

There are always opinions and there are always lies.
So it's the same, day by day... until the body dies.
Who controls the soul? And who leads the way?
No one cares about it. So I'll shut up right away.