I meant to send you a poem
Carved out of my heart
But I’m a little scared
I don’t want to let you down
My heart isn’t the best
Never has been
Trapped in a self-made jail
Staring out the only window
Envious at the clouds
That are not afraid to fall
It wraps itself in sadness

If I could grab the wheels of time
Turn it back around
I would go back to that moment
When I let my fears take over
When I let my heart sink
Tell my heart it’s alright
All wounds heal someday
All scars fade away
I thought that I was strong
I was so wrong
Now I fail to open the lock
To my heart’s freedom as
It wraps itself in sadness

When there was no one to talk to
Sadness came and sat
We thought we found a friend
Now I’m not so sure
Now I’m not too wise
Now I can’t feel
It’s like a happy part of me
Has been shed
I wished to tell you sooner
But again I was scared
I was lonely
I was wrapped up in sadness

When the truths all come out
To wipe the tear of doubt
It brings with itself a new tear of sorrow
And a tear is a tear
Some swiftly disappear
But some stay till the light of the morrow

With a picture in hand
Of the time we could spend
In the future which soon will pass by
We realise how small
Life and we are all
Perhaps this is our first and last try

So gather your thoughts
And dreams tied in knots
Free them from the chains of sadness
Lick the wounds on your skin
Burn the stories within
To light the mercurial spirit of madness

My head is a puzzle
I can never fix
Pieces scattered everywhere
Full of dirty tricks
It knows all my secrets
It knows everything
What do I know about it?
Absolutely nothing!
Is there a single way
To take back my freedom?
Is there a single clue
To solve this conundrum?
Until I find an answer
I am forever stuck
Who is to be blamed for this?
Nobody but my luck

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants to kill for sure

There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
There’s one man who I call my friend
My friend Jack
Wants his money back

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Is angry to the core

There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
There’s one man who seems to be a cop
And he thinks
I have dirty links

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Wants my blood and more

There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
There’s one man whose wife I have killed
She would cry
So she had to die

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Will lay me on the floor

There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
There’s one man who I do not know
But his gun
Is a fully loaded one

Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
Four gunmen knocking at my door
And each one
Has come for me before

I love to have conversations with the walls of my room
I love to arrange my clothes according to their hues
I love to assign birthdays to my pokemons
I love to pretend to be part of an open-world reality show
I love to sing like Janis Joplin in the shower
I love to make my own constellations and give them names
I love to write with my weaker left hand
I love to read about rare mental disorders
I love to buy unnecessary things on discount
I love to observe people and imagining their secrets
I love to play chess thinking the pieces are real
I love to be ignorant about the trending news
I love to mix two different chocolates in my mouth
I love to have a new alarm tone every day
I love to dance like I’m eighty five
I love to give my own names to people
I love being weird

To my dreams I say this
Transport me to a complete bliss
Where life is simpler than it is
And no sadness could exist

I am not a lion
Lions are immaculate
Without blemishes
Not me
I am a leopard
I have dark spots

I thought I knew a lion
But I was wrong
And I have been wrong a lot of times
But that’s okay

Lions are rare
Leopards are common
They are everywhere
I know a lot of them
And that’s okay

I can pretend to be a lion
You can try too
But that won’t take us too far
Our spots give us away

What do you love about me?
Is it my socially awkward style?
How I embarrass myself at a gathering
In a million billion ways?

What do you love about me?
Is it my addiction to my phone?
How I prefer to talk with it for hours
But not with any human being?

What do you love about me?
Is it my clumsiness?
How I refuse to make things better?
I act too lazy I guess

What do you love about me?
My rants, complaints and sighs
How the words that come out of my mouth
Are filled with gloominess?

What do you love about me?
My indifference towards everyone?
How I find it so easy to pretend
To give a damn for someone else?

What do you love about me?
My writings, songs and poems?
They have the power to replace happiness
In a man’s heart with sorrow

What do you love about me?
My emotions I can’t express?
How I torture myself with my own feelings
And mask it all with a smile?

What do you love about me?
What is there to love in me?
I’m so different from all the other animals
Even I don’t love myself

I jump in delight
At the sight
Of the flight
Of the birds at night
Right
Against the moonlight

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
Same ol’ them
Same ol’ me
With a heart that sometime’s full
And sometime’s empty

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
Going round
Around the sun
Nothing’s changed. Nothing will
We’re just alone

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
Same ol’ job
Same ol’ work
Maybe someday we’ll meet again
Wish me luck

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
See the flowers
Adorn the trees
See the stars in the sky
And feel the breeze

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
A little better
A little worse
Who’s to say if we’re blessed
Or if we’re cursed

Yes it’s still the same ol’ world
A little older
Just like me
A little colder like my hands
And a little empty