My Best Friend - Dying Passion

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

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

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

No hope for ceasefire

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