I want to write about you
But I can't, you don't feel right
I still remember my birth
I came here to detach the detachments
I'm eating my blessings
With you, at 3am of every night
I can't write, I can't write about pretending
Courage just don't boost my veins
Why I just not waited for years
And why still its not thirty days?
Your wisdom of words sometimes disturbs me
Even your Fridays
And can I talk about the pink lines on your chest?
It can't go anywhere, that's truth.
My eyes are stuck on the watch in this big hall
My fantasies have your name now, it's rear but it's happening
This random thoughts made me think of me
Which I never did!
It's near my end is near
These bunch of masses fears of not getting love back but
Honestly, I don't care about you.
Meeting you in a train, capturing you in my phone
Are my worst pretending
I started with the path of worms
It was never a flower of living but an oblivion of soil,
I can't dig you deep.