I’m afraid – afraid of the dark side of people.
I have met it, I have faced it.
It isn’t a pretty sight.
It’s cold, like stones in the woods.
I don’t know how to protect myself.
Lock myself into a basement?
Just be there, by myself.
People can’t scare me anymore…
I met her twice – I faced here twice.
I didn’t say anything…
It was quiet, all to quiet.
I wanted to say so much to her, I was shy – much to shy.
But My heart still beats for her, more for every seconds that passes.
I wanted to say all things I haven’t said.
I want to see her. I want to feel her.
But I can’t.
I don’t really know her but I know one thing –
I’m in love –
I don’t like this world.
The cruel world.
Why can’t I be happy?
Have god judged me?
It’s seems so..
What can I do about it?
Nothing, or maybe I can?
But it’s not an option.
No one want’s me.
I’m all alone.
Can’t some one save me?
From this dark cold world?
Just anyone? Someone who cares?
Who knows – is it maybe you?
I’m a harmless boy in a world of danger –
a world full of war and violence.
What can we do about it?
Why don’t you tell me?
Why do I have to be happy one minute and sad another minute?
I was happy, then six words changed everything in a minute.
I can’t say anything, I want to say a lot, but I can’t.
I don’t know why;
could it be because I’m afraid of
what the person that made me sad would say?
I hate it – why did I call her up?
I would be happy if I hadn’t called her up.
She didn’t want to speak anymore today…
She said goodbye… and hanged up…
I messaged here “Won’t call you in a week”.
I don’t want to be sad again…
Not because of a stupid thing like this…
I won’t allow it to happen…
Why do I still talk to her?
She hurt me one time.
I knew it would happen again.
It’s the second time –
Its my fault she says
Shall I allow it again?
I’m a confused little boy in a world of problems.
Where all problems are hard like stones.
Even if the results are soft like love.
I have stopped at a stop-sign.
There are two ways –
one way to heaven
and one way to the world of problems.
Which way will I choose?
I think I know, but I won’t tell you.
Look at the quiet beauty.
The beauty you can look at for hours
Hours that feel like minutes,
Minutes that feel like seconds,
Seconds you want to last forever.
But nothing could last forever.
That’s life, the hard and sad life.
I watch her, as she sleeps.
Sleeping, as a silent beauty.
A beauty I want now;
A beauty I never can get.
I’m still watching quiet
Quiet as the night
Watching, nothing more.