I always condemn myself for not recognizing true faces,
Staying around them is like running with open laces,
I blame my eyes, Why I can't see their true color!
Why these eyes can't make them just blur!
I know they can't change,
I have to now reduce my range,
I have to live in this manuplating world,
Where my friendly talks are always swirled,
I have to mind my each word
Now they are no more free bird..
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
I always condemn myself for not recognizing true faces,
Staying around them is like running with open laces,
I blame my eyes, Why I can't see their true color!
Why these eyes can't make them just blur!
I know they can't change,
I have to now reduce my range,
I have to live in this manuplating world,
Where my friendly talks are always swirled,
I have to mind my each word
Now they are no more free bird..
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