My Best Friend

I am myself the best friend of mine

I am all to me, no talking back

Having tripped myself up

I tend to get self-obsessed

Me myself, the best friend of mine

That´s what I am, the good and bad

Who am I and what?

A confessor and jester too

Keep smiling despite of pain

Nobody says “How do you do”

Perverted fate, eternal trap

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I am forgetting the colour of my soul

I am a clockwork, who´s gonna wind me up

I used to play a merry song, now gone with time

Before I´m ground and melted

Sooner or later, yet still I long

To play for the last time

I do not beg for mercy or condolence

It is a chasm

CHORUS:

The words of pain drown in spirit

And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain

The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar

for the lied-up

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No hope for ceasefire.

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Smile at me and wish me rest

Depression has its positives

They´re birth pangs of a smile

Stab my heart and catch the blood

I´ve reached my hands at the grievous moment

Tomorrow is near, hopefully better

.................................hopefully better

The words of pain drown in spirit

And the world flees by all self-absorbed behind the curtain

The inner fight for the peace of soul rages in the roar

for the lied-up