Scott C. Eneje Blog [The Scott C. Eneje's Chronicles]

Our Very Own Fairy Tale   It’s quite funny how we always try to make things work But it seems our dynamic friendship wheel is stock Could this be the ending? Or are we just pretending Because catching up with you have been tasking Is there something we are forgetting? It’s so crazy that talking with you is an issue of luck We’d rather get hit and say sorry than simply scream dock I’d like to tell you I miss you but I don’t know how But it’s harder raising this white flag and taking a bow Do we quit now or keep trying to fall Because rising has never been our best call I’m dying to know if it’s killing you as it’s killing me I guess this is one of those cases where you never wanna break free Letting go of us is my hardest fight But I seem to be holding onto my pride quite tight So far this is my biggest contest This long and disturbing story of us

  I know I have not been the best of friends And I ’ d prayed that this will never be how it ends I said I ’ d do anything; I swore that I ’ d even bend To have things straighten out before we went to bed I still hear the screams and the harsh sound I never thought silence could ever be this loud It hurt to see you hurt this bad I have never been so insane, or rather mad To have done this to my precious love My sweetheart who beat within with the breath of a silent dove The only joy I ’ d ever had in this life The one I ’ d prayed to someday call my wife But I have gone and done so many wrongs I deserve to be thrown into dung But I promise to never hurt you again To never cause you anymore pain I promise that you ’ ll be safe and sound As I leave with this door pound.

  Trying to make everything count Spitting out everything that came into my mouth Told it best, never gave anything less Reputation came first; I had buried my inner mess My lies made the truth crumble My shape shifting made lookers tumble I ’ m the master in the art Deception was blood pumping my heart I made the light bringer shout My sins drove hell out The best at being mean Threw reality into a black bin Got them all drawn in my trance See them doing my favourite dance Thought I was the king of the cons Shame was that I was the biggest dunce All dressed in white and drooling down my chest In a white hall only coloured by madness crest Deceiving all while playing myself My ad ’ s where lie ’ s best sales Trying to be awesome and super cool When I was just gruesome and everybody ’ s fool

  It ’ s insane how I try to make things better Between us but the more I try the more we fall Damn!! I hate you. Do you hate me? Yes?! Shit. That seems to be the only thing we have In common, well, I can manage, at least there ’ s Something we share in and for that I ’ m grateful. I just want us to have something together, you know? Like it used to be before, just to know We have something we could talk about, even if it ’ s Talking about how much we hate each other, Cursing and shouting won ’ t matter. Just to hear your voice and know it ’ s me you are talking to Is more than satisfying. I ’ m going crazy. What am I saying? Look at my lines; I ’ m already crazy, crazy About fixing things with us [heard that before?]. To hold you and know you are holding on too. Maybe I can ’ t change what is; But I ’ d keep pressing so when we are fixed you ’ d know I said; YOU ARE THE REASON …

                    I thought it was all gone; the days when life was always fun               When we said forever and always, promising together for all days                    I felt it had all ended, with the wounds you left unattended           But here we are in this boat again, forgetting all of our previous pains             Ready to dive into this pool, with all our friends calling us fools                  We are drawn into what was, without asking questions first            ...

  FIGHTER It easy saying quite, telling me that winning is hard But you will never make me sit, I’m on rampage, I’m mad Making a classic difference, even if it’s on my dying bed I’m tired of sitting on this fence, I’m gonna stand or at least bend Making a move is easy; it’s keeping the pace that’s a bit harsh I’m only gonna quite being lazy, hold onto your whip and give me your best lash If I die now on this field, I’ll do it gladly with great pride With my middle finger well build, and my tongue stoke out dried It will be the last thing you see, my smiling face shinning bright But obviously death can’t see me, and am surely skipping that bright light I’ve got only one thing on my mind, it’s winning at all good cost Victory is not that had to find, after all, I buried it in my purse I’ll dig deep and I’ll dig fast My medals I must keep, I’m only letting go of my past Raise your head and turn up your lighters Cause here comes the...

          LONG AWAITED TEARS                    I ’ m lost in darkness             Swallowed in an ocean of fear            My soul is drowned by an anchor                  I ’ m confused and lost                     I try to be strong                   And prove to be hard           But I am shaken in my weakness                 ...