I run through my life;
bare feet on the sands of time,
tryna hold the best moments;
which were abysmally mine.

Past seems to be beautiful;
present is a struggle I gotta win,
future scares me to the core;
and this is the world I live in.

There were times I fought alone;
and made wishes on shooting stars,
buried in the corner of my heart;
and all they’ve given me is scars.

The distance between dreams & me;
peels my wounds to the reality,
they bleed and aches so deep;
and I try to cover it with fantasy.

Seems like I am completely lost;
and there is no way out,
I feel locked in the vicious circle;
no one comes to help and I scream loud.

I gotta get out of this;
gotta play my sorrows on guitar(s),
no matter if it tears me apart;
I gotta live with these scars.

© Shreya ♥