Hey! I'd rather be the one to sing the song of sadness
Than to hurt someone so close to me, a friend to me
Hey! I'd rather be the one to cry a thousand a rivers
Than to hurt someone so dear to me, our friendship

You said you love me more
But why just now and not before
You tried to kiss my lips
But I said no, no just please

Hey! I'd rather be the one to go to the darkness
And cry alone and stuck the pain inside my chest
Hey! I'd rather be the one to be breathless
To wear a mask, to fake a show, to past the test

Because I love you too
But it's not fair my friend so in love with you
You know I hate this
So leave now, now just, please

Hey! I'd rather be the one to sing the song of sadness
Than to hurt someone so close to me, a friend to me
Hey! I'd rather be the one to cry a thousand a rivers
Than to hurt someone so dear to me, our friendship


Written: July 2, 2015 @ 8:30 pm
Mysterious Aries

Indeed, I thank you
For giving me some hope
By sharing your love so true
For injecting me the wisdom of the pope

Tried, but mostly I've failed
The exam was too difficult
Dark thoughts seem to me, was heavily nailed
To optimism, I am just an insult

So why? why back again?
Mostly because the wisdom of the dark is truer
I'm sorry, it’s really hard to begin
Believing in a myth was much bluer

I hope you'll understand such situation like this
This insanity in my head
Why I need to blow your sweet perfect kiss
And choose the bitter lips of pessimism instead

So here I am now
Singing the same depressed song
I know I won't received any bow
But I'm home, back where I belong....


written: January 29, 2015 at 10:00 pm
Depressed Mode
Mysterious Aries

You're just a hood cat
living on the street
shacked up with a ***** rat
but always lands on her feet.

You arch your back and extend your claws
when you see him with his filthy ******
somehow he's got you on a tight leash
despite his roaming and quick release.

You still have nine lives
but none involve me
you visited all the dives
as far as the eye can see.

Under your constant spell and bewitched
as you purr content and whiskers twitched
always bringing you saucers of cream
days spent cat napping, watching you dream.

Don't answer when called
never listen or schooled
no time for interaction
or love and satisfaction.

Easily led but not easy to follow
the words you said now seem so hollow
and yet my door is always open
to take you in when you are broken.