Behind the looking glass are pretenses
Where heartache flow like a stream
My feeble feeling keep me senseless
Future becoming vague dream
Every unspeakable words
Every pinch in my heart
Every unseen tears
A spark of hope in every prayer
Darkness always have its way
In my crossroads, even in my alleys
I cried for help, will you please hold me?
Abduct me from my self
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Behind the looking glass are pretenses
Where heartache flow like a stream
My feeble feeling keep me senseless
Future becoming vague dream
Every unspeakable words
Every pinch in my heart
Every unseen tears
A spark of hope in every prayer
Darkness always have its way
In my crossroads, even in my alleys
I cried for help, will you please hold me?
Abduct me from my self
