Am I the only one in this institution that thinks running Windows XP is valid?

A king once said,

only jesters rush head first,

well consider me the circus,

because that's all I do

The priest once told me,

love is the biggest blessing,

but he forgot about the heartache,

that can't be covered by a dressing.

And the fool was the wisest,

he kept his mouth shut,

didn't speak a single word,

just because he thought he knew the truth.

When games are played,

no one mentions that we both lose,

even if everyone is talking,

the alcohol keeps me deaf.

The baker once whispered,

you'll be damned if you do,

but he forgot to mention,

you'll regret it if you don't.

And the doctor once mumbled,

time heals all,

I guess it was a lame excuse,

for him not to do his job.

Or is everything they said true,

and I'm the one that has no clue,

am I lost and alone,

endlessly swimming in the blue.

Now the king, priest and fool,

the baker, doctor and town folk,

fall asleep early at night,

while I'm stuck to the bottle like glue.

Rooftops and parking lots

Let's go to the 10th floor of the parking lot,
sit on the top, drink and have fun,
ramble and cheap talk should be enough,
the truth is all we got,
and I know it's not a lot,
but,
I still remember how we met, yet,
I don't remember making this alcoholic bet,
three years passed,
and all I can say is I'm glad of the time we wasted,
spending it on memories in unusual places,
not hiding our faces, honest from the start till the end.

Don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we got.

So a few hours pass,
but they went by unnoticed,
all I could think of is how to hold this blessed moment.
Now you're resting in my hands,
with a smile on my face,
you complimented my smell,
girl you made me fell,
so I just went for it and kissed you,
and time slowed down,
allowing us to sit down.
Not because you tripped, no,
we just needed time off,
to get another drink.

So don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we've got.

Now I can see your mother's calling,
probably worried cause she doesn't know who you're rolling with,
but we both didn't want this to end,
you turned off your phone,
and act like nothing happened.

Time to climb down, mix with the crowd,
be on our way home,
let me walk you back to your place,
kiss your face one last time,
and maybe hope to see you soon and call you mine.

Shamelessly destroying our fantasies

Hiding from the truth,
as if fear comes with it.
Not much can be done,
much less said in the present,
what we all want is not all that pleasant.
Cursing the sentences that debunk our lies,
we watch as another child's fantasy dies.