A life that would suffice us in pink Just think of the happy hours and don't blink You might end up in your dream in just a brink Don't hesitate you might lose your chance so do not think
We live in a lie So everytime it feels right Do it, say it, tell the truth despite of your Tongue ties
Are you now disappointed? Because you didn't tell the truth and you're now blue painted And the situation now is so complicated Now you regret the things you did and you were bombed by the truth you're so devastated.
You and her was more than an imagination It was more than an romantic action You felt right so you tell her you have an attraction But its barmecide you often get happy Because we live in a lie you are now in a big destruction
We think of barmecide and then truth hits us we usually think and disappoint ourselves about the truth.
to hang around is hard you know to face today when you know you have to face tomorrow too every day the same every set of eyes seem to see it all the same way i don't need to be better than anyone else i just want to be better than myself the wasted days and disappointments pile up the tomorrows always behind the todays always behind the yesterdays never better never new me? i'm never going to catch a clue. you? you're probably stuck in it too.
I do not understand why my mother cries at night I do not understand why my father is disappointed I do not understand why he hurt me I do not understand this numbing feeling I do not understand the scars littered across my skin. I do not understand this fear. do I understand? no, I may never understand why I feel this way or why my family is torn apart. I do not understand. cant you see? I do not have a reason to be confused. I should understand. I cant understand. make me understand.
Swirling around the testimony Are my words with a hundred meanings Evoking Retaliating Repelling The customs set And the laws enforced
Words that may not render wisdom But support the sense of speech within
Hindering with the grammar So the thoughts can flow raw
Words that cut through And seeps to infuse with the red messenger Of all those who breathe And all who take decisions
Phrases that ,when set alone Can bring mass to a cause Can dwindle the roots of a humongous
But these are only chain of thoughts Which may never be able to have a voice As hundreds of such voices persist
It's just a cascade of thoughts Of a city with a lone inhabitant My dreamville
Many a times we have points to explain but since we are no one in the eyes of the world dominated by the people who loves flattery, we are not able/willing to let our thoughts br presented ,which we know are worth telling, but surely be wasted if told
What the **** am I doing here. They tried to tell me but I didn't hear. I pushed foward too hard, lost in my dreams. Now my life is coming apart at the seams. Depression sets in and I hate myself. Emotions escape, no longer caged on the top shelf. I want to be saved but I don't want to be. I pull away but cry for someone to save me. But maybe they should do nothing. It's comforting to wallow in self-loathing.