Each tile has it's history
Some are untold

They remain a mystery
Like eyes behind a blindfold

I lived all these days accomplished nothing
all the  hard work didn't pay
My brain is rotting

Believing in hope
And the days I got through
with the sadness I had to cope
for a month or two

I still wish that my past
Was never really true

I still wish that my past
Was never really true

-Kaya