A happy song plays in a happy home
Hums of the chorus along with sound of the chores

Unceasing noise of laughter
Clatter of children's games

Sitting together in the balcony
Breeze beats at their talkative face

Nonchalant old stories of shaking voices
Whooshes of the fast moving fan

Girls laughing elegantly
at their mischevious plan

This is the story of a happy family
Oblivious to what trauma could be

In the same home where there is no gloom
Where colorful and variety of flowers bloom

Also stays the little princess who sits and weeps
Witnessing the false face of a doublefaced creep.

It's scary that one day,
*We might regret all of this.

why do we pretend
pretend we are not broken
hurt by the words spoken
why do we pretend
is the pain too much to comprehend
are we afraid of being vulnerable
being so open ,defenseless
is it the fear of being hurt like the countless times before
why do we pretend

you are a diamond unique  and rare
your beauty is  beyond compare
but you are unaware
so let me declare
your beauty is like no other
you will never find another
let no one tell you otherwise
so take off your disguise

Lately I've been hard to reach,
I've been too long on my own..
Everybody has a private world
where they can be alone

Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me,
Like I'm reaching out for you?

When I accidentally ran into oblivion,
Did you make sure to pull me out?
When I cried to sleep at night,
Did you know what was going on about?

Your promises seemed as empty
as the wide never-ending night sky.
Will you then remember me
After the last goodbye?

No, don't show me those tears
which will dry by the passing day.
I only deserve those precious pearls
Which ascertain to never decay.

I've seen enough of your colors
I'd rather you see my darkness now
And if you can with your heartless heart
Then, feel my scars somehow.

Do not give yourself the false hopes
Of my instant return
This time I will be gone for good,
This time I will not turn.

Now I wish to remain hard to reach,
I will be on my own..
Everybody has a better private world
where they can be alone

Were you calling me?
Were you trying to get through?
Were you reaching out for me,
Like I was reaching out for you?

I love the way that
Library bookshelves quiet
The sound of the world

So that I can search
For my mind's satisfaction
Without the chaos

So that just maybe
My mind can quiet down, too
From its raging roar