Remember the days I used to write? Without fear without fright. Remember the days I used to love? Without forcefully holding on. Remember the days I was stuck in a bliss, with a warm hand secured by my hip. Remember the days my voice sounded like a song, forever together on and on. Somedays I wake up with a fright, without you in my sight. Somedays I hate the grip of my hand, which let go of you so fast, so sad. Somedays I cant escape this lybranith the one we call a life. And somedays I cant hear my voice at all, that now only resembles a broken record song