not real

the more i think of it the more it fades
the sad eyes are gone
but the anger still burns

although i have friends
i lack something
i have love
but still something is missing
i can share my love
but i am too picky
or too causious
cause i don't want my love to be hurt
(by me)

the more i think of it the less i love
i care more than i love
and that fills me with sadness
you don't care if i do
no one does
or atleast that is the feeling i often have
who cares any way
well i do....
but when i say it they look at me as if i am crazy

a desire within grows
the need for love is mounting up high
and i know what will happen
just one of those things i do deny

sssssssssst
for i do love
but can't share it
give it
cut it or paste it

i do love
but i have no clue who i love
cause even in my head
they all left me
i have no one to turn to inside my head
nor for real

am i a sad person
guess it all depends
what's so sad about being just ?
honnest and open ?
but i guess that is what people think is sad

sad in my eyes is the lack of selfcontrole
the lack of self restiction and moral
but it does not make me cry any more
just fuels the fire

sometimes i wish i could warm myself to that fire
warm the ones i love with that fire
but they all think it is too hot
too much thought of it being my desire

and some should know
but may say i am just boring
and i guess i am
i am even bored with my self

give me something to bite
something to kill
give me the world
and give me that thrill

yet the score is going down
no points for me
no diamonds in my crown

i wish i could
show the real me
but me is not
if anything but real
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