Our relationship,
like mixing oil and water,
is not feasible

Strumming my guitar
Playing my favorite song
but no one listens

My childhood was happiness
It wasn't perfect
It was actually bittersweet
but I was happy
The innocence of a child
As I grew up,
life smacked me
right across the face
I learned that life
will never be
what you planned it to be
It made me experience
tragedy,
happiness,
disappointment,
and pain;
lots of it
It made me stronger
and wiser
But if I will be given
the chance,
I would go back
to being
that kid again
because life
was so much simpler
back then

Your tears
are killing me
like daggers
to the heart

Prove your critics wrong
Do the things they say you can't
Don't repeat mistakes

Look me in the eyes
Everything will be alright
I am here for you

If you want to leave,
then go
but please
don't come back
because
I can't anymore
be as broken
as when I was
with you

Politics and greed
A lethal combination
Harsh reality

You left me
on a September night
right where we had
our first drink
I already saw it coming
You were cold
You always wanted to have
the talk
whenever I said
I love you
As if those words
didn't matter anymore
I wanted to believe
that the reason
you left
is for our own good
but I honestly don't know
if that's true
because it hurt so much
It hurts
that for a rare time
I chose
to be vulnerable,
it was for someone
like you
who chose a different path
You chose the path
of success
and obviously,
I wasn't gonna be
a part of it

The waves are calling;
asking me to ride with it
as the sun sets down

The pain and sadness
of looking at a woman
you can never have

The rich and the poor
An unfathomable gap
Societal norm

Drinking alcohol
on a weekend
has been
my constant refuge
When no one
wanted to listen,
it does
It makes me forget everything
even just for a while
That means so much
for someone
who had been through
a lot
Sometimes,
one needs
happiness
even just for a while
A temporary escape
of a rebellious mind
That no one
seems to understand

Living in a society
where the culture of elitism
is the norm
Poverty, a mortal sin
Those in the upper echelons
dictate the standards
The rich becomes richer
The poor becomes poorer
Equal opportunity is nothing more
than an idea from
a simpleton's mind
Change, merely spoken promises

There's a man
a very misunderstood man
who hides behind
the mask of a jester
He has flaws
lots of them
He uses these flaws
to make people laugh
He thought
making other people laugh
will make him happy
but he was wrong
Besides, who wants to be
laughed at anyway
So he tries to give out
a serious aura
but it's too late
The damage
has already been done
and it's his fault
It's his fault
that he's misunderstood
Maybe deep inside,
he just doesn't know
what makes him happy
He has a lot of dreams
but seems to be very far
from achieving them
He lost a lot of people
in his life
People he loved so much
He still has people
left in his life
that he loves so much
but just doesn't seem to know
how to show that love
and that affection
What's wrong with this man?
He seems to be lost
in this labyrinth
called life
He doesn't know
where to start again
He has been eaten up
by the system
The daily grind
of a life in the city
just to make ends meet
He is in too deep
What's wrong with this man?
Does heaven have a place
for the misunderstood?

Thank you
for making me
fall in love again
when I thought
I couldn't anymore

The pain
of the past
had made me
so numb
that I fear
I won't know
the feeling
of being loved
anymore

Mediocrity
lair of the ordinary
Aim for excellence

You are my whole world
I am not even in yours
Why am I still here?

Politicians,
we hate them the most
Irony
is a funny thing
The people
we hate the most
are the people
who can actually
carry out
the change
that we
so greatly desire

I had been waiting
in the place you said we'd meet
but you weren't there

Mind, body and soul
The three essentials of life
Take good care of them

The sun rises very early
Waves are calling,
soothing what is typically
a troubled mind
Sharing a lonely view
with those who need
a temporary escape
from the perplexities
of a broken life