Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light
How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?
Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..
Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come
Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect
Looking towards the future
Trying to forget
I guess its not important
And nor is it real
The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light
How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?
Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..
Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come
Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect
Looking towards the future
Trying to forget
I guess its not important
And nor is it real
The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel
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