I dont give a ****
I dont give a ****
I didn't really wanted to have that
I didn't even liked that person
Nevermind me

These are the words I say to hide my weak self
I don't want to claim anything
For I am always afraid
Afraid to love
and to lose that love
Afraid to want
and never getting it
Afraid to chose
and at the end not to be chosen

I don't attach myself to anything
To not get hurt
At the end no one did hurt me
But still
Yes, I am not hurt
But I am lonely

My mind isn't a one way track
The weak train who is now almost giving up
From the back and forth ride
Decisions are made only after
Thinking about it a 100 times
After my actions are done
I think about it a 100 times more

The weak train who is now almost giving up
The train wants to stop
The train wants to rest

The train doesn't know itself
The train asks if he is indeed a train
The train thinks he is no longer a train
but a pendulum
from those thoughts always swinging back and forth

The doctor says thinking hardly is a good thing
Inorder to come up with a good decision
But doctor
what you dont know is
the train still hasnt made a decision
it's mind is still full of question
running back and forth
till now, it still hasn't reached its destination

Reality is what separates the real me and what you see
Reality is what we call it
but how come we can never be real in this world we call reality?
In order to survive reality
we must change, conform to the standards set by this "reality"
we must hide the "real" us. Lock it up inside the box we call the mind
The real me only now exist in an imaginary world made by my mind
Facing reality another persona is created
A fake who lives in Reality
Someone who is kind hearted and good.
Always pleasing people.
Praisng the one's higher in heirarchy.
Never forgets good manners
Always says thank you
when the "me" inside my mind just shouts out
"*******"

Reality is what separates the real me and what you see

The roaring of the sky has stopped
The flames of war have died
Enemies are gone
Soldiers have been lost
But the people remembers


Fragments of war are never beautiful
Memories of war are painful
Things lost to war are always sorrowful
But they must all be remembered
For the sake of the people who could never return
For the sake of the people who has lost the home to go back to
For the sake of a country who lost their citizen, be it friend or foe
for the sake of the mother who weeps for her family
Her children have different views and one must die for one to live


The roaring of the sky has stopped
The flames of war have died
Enemies are gone
Soldiers have been lost
But the people remembers

Eating meals together
Sharing the same drink
Buying the same things
Walking home together
are you are friend or a lover?
whatever, whoever you are
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Clumsy mistakes that brings forth
Laughter that could reach the heavens
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Consolation by your kind words
Comfort upon your shoulders
The times spent with you were always beautiful

Beauty fades
Washed away by the river of time
Brings forth my friend's betrayal

Innocence fleeting like dreams
The memory of you brings forth sorrows
The pure feeling with you will never return
The times spent with you are still beautiful
Beautiful
and
Painful

dark skies
tears of heaven
sorrow of the gods
fill up the air
but under your shade
everything is brighter