Walking on the streets so full,
People seemingly busy,
All seeking where to go,
Staring endlessly...
I could deny the fact that
I did end,
They wouldn’t know about it,
So I decide to play along,
They wouldn’t play with me,
And sometimes I’d feel myself
Like a candle light in the rain,
To live in fear of surviving
... Surviving once again,
Life twisted and turned around,
Left searching for good advice,
My refrigerator shelters a
Crying piece of ice,
In denial
I rely on,
In denial,
I defy all,
I rely on... I defy all... trusting on the desires not meant to be,
The art carved by tortured souls shall haunt its creator forever...
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
Walking on the streets so full,
People seemingly busy,
All seeking where to go,
Staring endlessly...
I could deny the fact that
I did end,
They wouldn’t know about it,
So I decide to play along,
They wouldn’t play with me,
And sometimes I’d feel myself
Like a candle light in the rain,
To live in fear of surviving
... Surviving once again,
Life twisted and turned around,
Left searching for good advice,
My refrigerator shelters a
Crying piece of ice,
In denial
I rely on,
In denial,
I defy all,
I rely on... I defy all... trusting on the desires not meant to be,
The art carved by tortured souls shall haunt its creator forever...
