My Evil Friend
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He came and told the truth
All I need is the idea
All I need is serenity
Finding the way out
.
He came knocking the door
Brought the un-reach dreams
Which used to be dead
Dead from the inside
.
I was blamming the fate
As I saw no future in the front
The light seemed to be faded as well
I fought cause it was the only things I could do
.
My friend told me a gloomy morning
That was the reality where I had to walk on the path
Regarding myself as the wrong person
He kept me within his own rules
.
I broke the principle
And be in a place where he told me before
Light up a candle to survive inside the lonley cave
He covered me up from the cold with his smoke
.
Since ever tragic greeted from behind
It came through attacked my vein
Forcing me to live under anxiety
I hide the truth to be a silence liar
.
Then my friend push me up
He understands the parts that have been lost from me
Always push me to be a man
When I’m too tired becoming wiser
.
This friend created a black cover
I tried figuring out and realizing
The broken pieces within me
Have been drag me to be someone else
And then he said, “this is what you need”
.
This friend brought me the calmness
He helped me coloring the idea
So the poetries I ever wrote
Were full of hidden tears… no one can see it
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My friend tries to play a trick
He tries delivering whispers
When they come and pull me down
When they come leaving the abandonment
He lands me a hand and said, “this is your cigarette… feel it because they won’t understand you, it will.”
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I make friend with evil as he feels me more than them
I make dreams alive alongside him while they regard it as a fool
I walk through the life when they are drowning my wish
He tells the truth about them
.
And when I think I could end each part of my diary
There’s written a note within
“You have to fight to keep surviving”
Then, I understand why he becomes my evil friend
Since the first smoke entered inside of mine
He let me see the hatred
Let me feel the pain
And let me be out of my line… to be in him
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Because the love that I deliver for is can’t be undrestood by her. She walked away and decided to be with a bad boy when I was right in front of her — full of my sincerity. She only gave a sign, “you are too kind for me…”.
Because my caring was meant nothing, she went passing through… looking for the other’s. When she found there was only pain she got, she said, “no one cares about me…”.
But the truth is, she abandoned anything from me just to be in the wrong hands.
My friend is a bastard
He let me hear the voices from the past
When they ignored all messages from me
He formed me to move on from the wounds
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Cause I was too tired
He kept me beneath a roof
Covering me from the rainy tears
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Because I’ve got tired of being kind
They betrayed me right on my face
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And because I am a man
I need to be atmitted
Regarding everything is still in fine though it’s not
This friend said, “feel the wound as the scars keep remaining. You feel the past, just see it through your eyes how she left you alone with that hope… feel it, just understand it, it’s only me sense you — while they can’t, they won’t ever be.”
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The smoke that he lends to me
Dragging the gloomy side to be out
I’m free to express the emotion
He brings anything I need
Creating a fiction world
When she (they) ignores me without any reasons
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My friend is telling the truth
My friend is a conflict designer
Cause he showed the awfully view of them
Sets me up becoming a grudging dreamer
He manipulates friendship
Where the wrong is replaced to be right
That’s why I called him a bastard
A loyal bastard who helps me healing a deep wound within
Then he said, “this is what you want, isn’ it…”
— BREAKING REZA
