Smile all the time
Act friendly and go the extra mile to make conversation
Be sensitive and be interesting
Else you'll be left behind
All the good ones will be taken and you're left with the remains
It's a ****** affair, making friends
Everyone puts on their armor of confidence
And draws out their weapon of friendliness
Some are glamorous at first sight
Others pathetic or mysterious
Boring or rude
You try your hardest to befriend the glamorous ones
But then end up being paired up with the last person on your list, probably wasn't even in your list.
Boiling with disappointment but still armed with the battle gear of friendship building
You set to your task, not wanting to be roped off as the rude one
Weeks later the deceptive mist is cleared away
And people just stop making the effort to impress
Suddenly you wonder what you saw in others that intrigued you
Some turned out to be as glamorous as a drunk Britney Spears
And others turned out to be the best friends one could find
It's a ****** affair making friends
You really have to find the right ones for you
Can't be stuck in a friendship where they only come to you for food or homework.
If you are then I'm sorry but you my friend are what is known as 'back-up' friend
If you are then you need to get yourself some friends who are better deserving of your friendship.
No matter how long it takes.

Say you're sorry,
Say you still love me,
Say I'm the only one,
Show me if you can,
Solve this messy puzzle,
For I'm lost deep within this inner tussle,
If you didn't mean to hurt me,
Then take it all away, all the horrors That i see, 
For I've been scarred by your hands
Those hands that trap me in these blighted lands,
And crushed my heart till it bled 
So if you're sorry, show me that you cared,
And make my face bright again..

I'm walking down this empty road alone 
All around me, houses are lit up
And full of happiness that has grown
The sound of  singing 
And laughter ringing 
Only manages to harden my bitter heart.

I'm sitting around a table with my friends
But I have never felt more alone
Their pointless conversations about latest trends
Is just a monotonous drone
And anger fills me up like a storm

I retreat into my own sad world
Full of thoughts too morbid to express
Haunting songs fill my head
And for a short while I'm content
But it's not enough
And soon my tunnel of light disappears 
And I'm plunged into darkness.

Dear god
I’m sorry to disturb you
And i’m sorry to stop saying your name
Every time i want to sleep
But i see this world starting to get crazy
And i don’t see any help from your hand

Dear god
I see my friends cry every night
Because her disease never be cured
And why you gave it to her?
You gave  the strength in people
Then why you let it faded away?

I’m sorry
I’m not a saint, or apostle
And i’m too young to understand this world
But i know i’m not the only one who’s crazy in here
So help us before our bodies are full of sins
And the monsters crawling to our fragile bodies

He never got to kiss them
those lips he had vowed to kiss when they met
She had always refused
Even though Lord knows she really wanted to
She had loved him too
It just took years for her to realize it

This is a story of two best friends
Who fall in love in **** Germany
But I'm afraid it's not the ending you expect
No, they do not end up together in the end
They could have- but they didn't
Because an arschloch called ******
Decided that he was better than everyone in this whole ****** world

So this young boy died never knowing the taste of her lips
And she was left behind
To kiss his dead body 
And declare her love for him
But it was too Late.
He was gone
And she was alone

There is an artist
hiding deep with in me
she can sing and dance and write and draw
she can create anything

But sadly
she is trapped deep inside

so then the confused me
tries to dance but always falls
tries to sing but always fails
tries to create but only crumbles

because I have now realized that
I am an artist trapped in a body that isn't capable  
of creating art