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I run and hide away from you, For I don't like to talk to you. I pretend that I don't know you, For I don't want to be with you. I put a barrier to keep you away, but you still find a way. I'm ready to kill you, but you touched my heart. I changed my mind like the weather, and I hate you for that. You covered the distance that I put, and break everything that keeps us apart. I run and hide away from you, For I might fall for you. I pretend that I don't know you, For I'm scared that you might be the one.

Fame and glory that's what they want, Yet they make their way no matter what. They followed the master of greed and envy, And continuously lost their way. A road they should not take, but risk it all, Death may be the end result, but nothing beats it all. Fame and glory become their name, Love and Faith become their enemy. Going back won't be the same for all things gone and faded. Redemption they should seek and atonement they should make. Let them wander more, then find their way back home. When you meet the master of envy and greed, Make haste and run for your life. Hide if you can and never seek for them. Let your faith guide you, and love be your tool. Love and Faith will help you all the way, While fame and glory will drag you down.

In the break of dawn, I see hope. Ere long the days that our friendship breaks. The strings that connect us has been cut in half, That neither dwarf or elf could mend. Long before the dusk, in a room we stood. The rain pours and the water falls in an endless depths, Our friendship ends and could not be made. If long ago I care enough maybe things will be the same. In the barren days when witches are burn in stake, You save me in my greatest despair, but never did I save your life. For I'm no warrior who will run into the fire. Furthermore, I'm no friend at all, just an old lost thing in a wreck. 

Before the semester ends, He was dead. He was found dead near the lake. The police said that he had killed himself, drowned himself to death. His mother hysterically cried on the banks, his father was keeping himself in control, trying to be strong for his family, and his girlfriend was hugging her friend, crying. They could not believe that he could do it, because he was such a nice guy, a loving son and a good boyfriend. He could not do such thing because he was a happy guy, a contented one and he had everything he could ask for, but they didn't know he was murdered. He was murdered by prejudice, by envy and by angst. Before the semester ends, he is dead. He was murdered, but nobody knew, because everybody thought that he had committed suicide.

We didn't meet on Hogwarts Express on September 1st when we were eleven. You were not seated in a compartment with the boy who lived, and I wasn't helping a boy look for his toad Trevor, because we met on the 7th of June, in a room with forty - eight students. I was seated on the other side of the room with my girlfriends and I didn't even knew you existed. You didn't have freckles on your cheeks or ginger hair, instead you have girlish cheek and ebony messy hair, nevertheless you had siblings. Neither do I have bushy hair nor two big front teeth like a rabbit, but I'm a know - it - all and annoying. I had never corrected you in pronunciation or helped you in your homework during that year, because never I even laid eyes on you or thought that you're in our class. We're not in a group of three. We never spoke in whisper and thought that our teacher was about to kill your best mate or even try to sneak a dragon to the highest tower in our school. Most...

A girl was standing in front of me, she had a pretty face, wearing beautiful dress and shoes so expensive. A guy adored her, love her and cared for her. She was popular, she was rich and she was intelligent. As I watched her,  my chest tightened and there's needle pricks in my heart. I clutched my chest and I was gasping, gasping for air. I felt I was being swallowed by darkness, but when I opened my eyes I was at in the ocean, drowning. My lungs slowly filled with water and there's light above, but even how hard I try I could not reach it. Something was pulling me below, and I was screaming although bubbles only came out. I was sinking and drowning, and images of her, kept flashing before me.  She was standing in front of me, smiling. She had a pretty face, wearing beautiful dress and shoes so expensive. A guy adored her, loved her and cared for her. She was popular, she was rich and she was intelligent. She had everything I wished for and here I was in the depths o...

Competitive and sensitive she is, And most of the time she frowns. She snarls and roars like a tiger, Little things are big things to her, Neither past nor present is her friend. One day she's in the mood, then she'd be saddened. Tones that are high are screams to her. Hush and she'll thought you are cursing her. Speak to her, and she'll think you're a know-it-all. Ignore her and she'll considered you a show off. Beware of this girl, for she might devour you. Little you know, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.