I’m stripped down
As fear could not dress me
I’m already awake
As night could not kill me
Seems its easier to bleed
Than to heal the pain
Seems its easier to run
Than to be saved
I’m a stranger
As no one could attach me
I’m predictable
As my life ruled by the typical
What about my story
Time is a waste of my glory
Pretending to disappear
But I can’t hide behind air
I’m a very convincing liar
I fooled my heart more than I desire
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