It all started somewhere in the winter
I begged for a love as my anxiety grows thicker
Endless quest to fufill your soul
The sense of home, it never felt so dull
But in that winter's eve, everything is going to change
Somehow im at peace, i don't feel rage
Maybe it's time for me to start writing a new page.
I gave it my all, but i always end up rotting in a cage.
Everlasting story of my worthless days.
Where you've constantly inviting me to stay.
And those poems written about youth love,
Growing up broken hearted, feeling so ******* small.
But as time goes by,
I realized all we said are just words with no meaning, and all of this is an illusion, fraud and a lie.