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happy birthday to mehappy birthday to me
make a wish for something more
more than what i've come to be
and who i've been before
blow out the candles now
i stopped counting years ago
i don't understand how
i never seem to know
so sing me a song
and bake me a cake
this celebration seems so wrong
and i feel so fake
freedomif i were a wolf
i would howl at the moon
not from sorrow
but from freedom
i would run through the woods
and pounce on every shaddow
not for fun
but for freedom
i would make no mistakes
not because i was afraid of failure
but because of freedom
but i am not a wolf
and i cannot howl at the moon
nor run through the trees
or make no mistakes
i am but a dove
trapped in a cage
singing to the sky
holding onto false hope
wishing for freedom
turn forward timeas time goes on i seem to realize what i fool i was
i wish i could turn forward time
no, i wouldn't want to turn back time
to change my mistakes
i would turn forward time
so that i could see what a fool i am now
and make the best of today
and make the best of myself
to late for answersi met someone who was about to die
so i sat down and started to cry
but through my tears i realized
that someone had not closed his eyes
so i started to ask questions i had to know
and my tears soon stopped their flow
is life worth living?
should you spend your life giving?
is the world as beautiful as they say?
is life a game that we should all play?
are the good times worth the bad?
are peoples lives mostly sad?
is death as peaceful as we think?
are peoples sanity pushed to the brink?
and i kept asking questions as the time flied
but my questions weren't answered because he died
books always endI always skip to the end of a book before I read it. I’ve never known why.
I guess because, if it turns out to be sad, I don’t want to cry
And if it ends well, then I have hope for the rest
Because books with happy endings usually turn out the best.
Why go through the misery of sadness and things going wrong
You can check how it will end before it all, so why prolong?
why take the time to read a book just to end upset
if you can check first and have your own safety net
why live life when it ends with death
if after a while you take your last breath
there’s no point in living, can’t you see?
Oh wait, we were talking about books, weren’t we?
dude, he's highDude, he’s high.
High on his pedestal,
Afraid to come down
And walk along with the rest of us
With his head in the clouds
Holding on to his dreams
Afraid to let go
With clouds made of smoke
And rain made of tears
Trying his best
To hold onto hope
denialHey, where are you? we had a party for you yesterday. you always loved the color black, didn't you? even though when you didn't show up, people cried, don’t worry because I trust you. something probably came up. We had this small rectangular box-like table with flowers for you on it. And your picture too. And I’m sure you are laughing right now. You always were vain, like when you said that people didn't like taking pictures of you, the camera’s were just drawn to your magnetic beauty. And you were right. You were beautiful. Your eyes that sparkled whenever you smiled; like you knew a little secret that only you knew. That smile shined brighter than the sun. that was the smile you had in that picture. Anyways, where are you? I want to see that smile again…
hey, it’s been, like, a week? Where are you? your family is worried for you. are you okay? I know you are, but why haven’t you called? Your parents
laugh and smileif someone tells you that you should die
because that person doesn't know
that your already dead inside
if someone tells you that you are ugly
because that person doesn't know
that they're saying that to a mirror
i am a roseIf I was a rose, I would be happy. Because I would be well loved and beautiful. Unfortunately, I would also be delicate. But if I were a rose I would have no problem with my life. I would be perfect. Until that day when part of who I am falls to the ground and gets blown away. And as days past, more and more of who I am will fall, reveling who I really am. Just a plain, ugly, dying stem of a rose. Simply nothing…
I am not a rose, but there really isn't much of a difference. We both hide who we really are behind a beautiful mask. Both of us; easily broken. And as each day goes by, a little part of that beautiful mask falls away, leaving nothing but a plain, ugly, dying soul.
So I guess…
I might just be that rose…
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