RememberRemember the time one year ago
and how time ran in fast flow
the times we started
and we didn't care who farted
Remember what we did back then
enjoying life, time, and no split
and we think about it
again and again
Remember what we were looking after
and what we found
tears, laughs, and laughter
and things running us into the ground
Remember what we were fighting for
and what we lost
in a friends war
fighting until the friendships last
just that november
which was a ground start
and times where my heart broke apart
RunawaySometimes I want to run away
Rip myself free
Run into the world
To see birds and trees
Run away from life
Not wanting to go right
Just running towards a knife
And emerging fright
Where am I running
Where am I flying
I won't know
Until I find out somehow
Sometimes we need to run away
To see our life from another angle
But sometimes it's time to return and stay
Before we end in our dangle.
Thoughts about loveLove...
all say it's wonderful
all say it's great
all say it's something you never felt before
Is it good then?
makes you feel good
makes you feel things you never did
makes you feel like crap
makes you feel like you wanna die
or a big fat lie?
can be good or bad
can be heaven or hell
can be birth and suicide
can be everything what you don't want to
what is it good for?
what makes people lie?
what makes you get revenge?
what runs your feelings kill themselves?
it's like having glasses
you see everything diffrent
nothing stays the same
you even believe the biggest lies
the only things which are left
and your eyes dried out
because you coudn't believe it
and kept on crying.
Thoughts about peopleSome people don't hold promises.
Some people their moths shut.
Some people secrets from me
Some people don't even want to be friends with me.
Some people hate me for what I am.
Some people don't respect my thoughts and oppinions.
Some people don't like my apperance.
Some people think that I don't deserve something.
Some people think that I should be living alone in this world.
Some people think that they could break my heart into a thousand pieces.
Why do people make promises when they aren't worth anything?
Why do people keep their moths shut?
Why do people keep secrets from me?
Why do people avoid me as a friend?
Why do people hate me for what I am?
Why do people don't respect my thoughts and opinions?
Why do people don't like my apperance?
Why do people think I don't deserve something?
Why do people think I should live alone in this world?
Why do people think that they would need to break my heart?
No friends wherever I look
No social life whenever I want
No peace in this whole worl
Going forward?Where am I going
in this hour of sadness
I am just flowing
into even more madness
Me the moron
should focus more on
and not thinking of a knife.
It's hard to see
but the end of the tunnel is near
time to flee
into the wide open clear
After making the escape
and thinking 'I'm an ape!'
it's time to scrape
the leftover tape.