Just like you, I get lonely too

I'm not like "fresh to death"

I'm having days with stress, it's a mess,
It makes me feel depressed, that I have lost access to your home address. 

I want to do my best, to solve life's simple quests, but it is like a game of chess - I'm not allowed to digress. 

I dress to impress, who? YOU i guess.

 I might be obsessed, but lust is hard to oppress.

 I ask for success and what do i get ? I end up with regress.
Absolutely no progress. 

Feelings are hard to express and words are always so complex, so bloody compressed,

the skill to suppress  is not a skill i possess  

but being able to live, with all my regrets, I am so much more than just only "blessed"
why do i only use words that ends with s?

Okay ... Where's the "delete"-button ?
- it's from 2010 ...