The moment we were friends i saw something in you that made me think, yeah you’re fun.
Everyday was a dream when we share secrets, tips and runs.
Give back jokes and insults one way or another we knew we wouldn’t get offended by it.
You’ve helped me in days that were a little rough and I couldn’t thank you enough.
Little by little when time passes things get a little outdated...
why has things become so distracting everytime ?
A look in your face gives me nothing but a well mushed up face as I could see so much force you’re trying to make.
I’ve shared secrets that meant a lot to me and for some ******* reason i felt annoyed by how much i could tell you’re forcing yourself.
In the end this secret stays with me
The secret some people knows but never agrees one way or another.
I still care for you
Give me time

You scream and shout and let pride take over you
you never admit you were wrong and you begin to think of unreasonable stuff
yet you still  love and love because that's morally the right thing to do
Divorce is being a problem  in our country which results to most people  here having a more toxic life than it already is but let me just  tell you,
is your life  worth it?
are your children the reason of your worth?
leaving people to suffer behind, i don't exactly see what you're trying to do.
more  or less, the reason  why i prefer girls  over  boys but you wont even believe that.
i'm sick and tired of your presence everyday i wish you still  work abroad.
i know that's easier said than done...
knowing i'd soon regret ever saying it.
but i really  wish i could  get out of this house regardless if my traditions would  burden me thinking, "why don't you live  with your parents" shaming me because i'm leaving them.
i  can't stand this environment and i don't care about what you say.
i just want to be happy even if it means ending my life in this world  full of hate and chaos.

Yes, i know you love someone else
You yearn to talk to that person every waking day.
Everytime i glance,
Everytime i see you.
Everytime you opened your phone and even when you see her.
She’s like the only person on earth.
You wouldn’t care less about anyone else.
I’m so clueless about love

What can i do?
Every single day id have myself see you
And we would laugh together and act like brothers.
You said you love me but it’s another thing
I could never reply to that
Because if i did, what would i think?

The gap in the clouds that makes us see both ends of the world coming from a bottle of alcohol.
Behind all those crazy shenanigans has always been a coping mechanism on how much the world ***** and how you were there to make it all disappear by a laugh.
How as simple as calling out a friend to go have fun for once.
It was risky. As we are breaking all rules possible to make this happen.
In the end, i could never say 'i didn't have any fun'
it was the most fun I had in a while.
The gap in the clouds that you made has given me something to live on in a world that's way to serious and way too depressing.
Sometimes i wish something like this could last a lifetime.
why would i have to enjoy something that only lasts for a couple of years before going back to the old depressing me?
I want this to go on for a long time. Something as selfish as that made me realize something that i shouldn't have.
something i couldn't show and tell as i make the most irrational thoughts.

Maybe i do have the worst luck,
people thinks i put up a front,
this is why i take things slowly...

"take it easy and distance yourself" i remind myself.

i don't believe in chain messages,
but is it now that i start to regret not forwarding it?

"are you putting up a front?" they always tell me.

and honestly, i wish i did but the truth is, i'm not and it hurts every single time.

i cry every once in a while because of all the bad luck i can't seem to accept the fact that i caused it and that i'll just refuse to cry every time.

when will good luck ever fall on to me?

You’re not happy, you’re not sad
You feel nothing
Why does nothing hurt more than being sad
Why does happiness hurt sometimes
It’s one of those things that drives you mad sometimes

The songs filtered through my ears as i listened to each and every word.
i understand you never wanted the spotlight.
but you touched me to a deeper understanding of love and sadness
the songs you made, i wish to hear.
i feel like it's my only was to be passive and be okay.
despite being sad