The battle (engels)
 

The pain that I get
from the promises you don't keep
from the false hope I receive
It cuts me deep

I cry from anger
tears of hate
can't find confort
don't even want to try

I encounter an old friend
who used to take me places
with no worries or sorrow
so easy to go with him

But then for a moment
remembering the troubles
how I left that world behind
a promise to myself, one to keep

So what says that about me?
that I resisted temptation?
that I'm strong?
of only that I like pain???

die is echt mooi, ben sprakeloos...

soullar

Some friends are no friends but sweet enemies.