The days are nowhere to be found,
when there were fairies all around,
girls and boys had their unique wars,
did you wish to the shooting star?

Like we had our own different world,
living with fancy and eating mud,
nothing was called as such absurd,
skating on floors and down to earth.

Imprisoned in a classroom for a decade,
felt like sleeping to the judgement day,
then the recess was so highly praised,
and homecoming was the best part of the day.

We all had that unconscious mind,
doing things now we can't find.
I look at the photos from the past,
and realize that time never really lasts.

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'.

Hello dark,
here you are yet again
I feel your cold presence
your silence, my pain.
You've been a dear friend,
for when they left me
you wrapped your arms around me
like family.

Stars won't shine in your absence,
yet they always loved the stars
and left you abandoned.