Crime scene

What i would give to have half of what you are
I know we are all not born perfect
But sadly others do have it better.. than well the rest of us
The lack of "It" factor is what boggles me
One look and im washed away by defeat and despair
But there are a handful who gets desperate and does the unthinkable
Not a makeover but a murder

Regrets

I cannot undo my past and therefore it would be forever etched in my memories
They say there is no use crying over spilled milk
But isn't it good to let go for once
They say it could help in character building
But how could i, when i am no longer able to look forward
As i've said before, what ifs are infinite
And there couldn't be any definitive answer to it

mirror

I can have me staring back me and still have not figured it out
What life is suppose to mean
Which direction should i be taking
But i can't because im still drowning in my own fantasies
Focus and attention was never a problem until now
It is not the sinking feeling that i get
Its the hopelessness in all that i see

Heart locked down

I have protected myself with these invisible wings of mine
For i am not willing to give what is there left to it, even if its someone like you, my dear
I have build these walls so high
Only for it to be stripped away brick by brick
For i have not learnt well
Feelings so raw that i can never to possess
Not allowed this proximity or anxiety between us
I am void of human contact
And maybe never will i feel that ever

Shrouded

Someone once told me that we're all born different
We can't all be chasing the same dreams wanting the same thing
But i can't help it if i'm falling behind
I still can't see a clear path straight ahead of me
All i know is my own future is bleak
Clouded, hidden behind these shadows that will never seem to go away

Killer Instinct

What makes them different
Are they really innocent with something sinister lurking inside
The lies, the deception and of course the act
How could they deny and sit through looking fine, calm and collected
Fabricating stories and believe it as the truth
Have we rewired ourselves to trust in our instinct
What could drive us over the edge
To commit something we shun away in society