I was looking at the sky,
it was dark like that soul of mine,
I was finding answer to the mystery,
mystery that leads me to misery,
who am I?
give me Sherlock to fix me by.

I take risk and the recess,
am I whole or been in pieces?
The sinners bite me everyday,
I forgive them with a smiling face,
and they bite me again,
bound by this chain of love I crawl,
and forgive them all.

There's something I can explore about me each day,
how good can I be even my people betray,
Is it healthy of me in this mean world,
or have I left myself open to the hell's gate?

I often break and I build myself up,
like a robot that's supposed to work.
At the end of the day, I'm in a memory lane,
from sober to insane.

Need my Sherlock to fix me by,
explore the 'Mystery of my Life'.