" But then again, life itself is a paradox. All in betweens and slow dances between yes & no.

Maybe what I would like is certainty and promise.
I want a sunday morning, 2:49pm phone calls,
unwashed dinner plates in the sink, two towels needing a tumble-dry.
Two tooth-brushes. Grocery bills worth two & a half stomachs.

To know the taste of someone's laugh.
Something that started as butterfly kisses
that burned into
                   a slow bloom of an inferno.

But Monday will come and life continues."

Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...

when i smoked for the first time
she was there
she let me try it
and lit the cigarette

it was too late
the humid small room got smoky
the taste wasn’t bad
or i just didn’t know how to taste it

smoking is bad for your health
the tiny box says “i’m killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it

when i bought it for the first time
she wasn’t there
but she let me try it
she made me feel like smoking
from the distance

it is already in my left pocket
the young fresh lungs is getting old
it tastes horrible
now i got how to taste it

smoking is bad for your health
my father says “she’s killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it

life is like a chocolate box
and she loves to eat sweet chocolate
that’s why my life has to be bitter
bitter like the cigarette
as bitter as i start to cry

I see you everyday
And everyday it hurts
I don't know what to say
But everyday gets worse

This feeling in my heart
Is torturing my soul
And when we are apart
I feel so alone

If only you could know
What I feel for you
If only someone told me
What I have to do

What I have to do
To one day make you mine
Can it one day come true?
Can happiness be found?