I fell in love
And out of love with you
When truthfulness expired between us.

Sometimes I dive in the ocean I'm unable to swim,
Too deep and three hundred and sixty degree freezing,
A trauma on its own right?

Well, I drown while wearing my smiling face,
with no one to pull me up,
but a pen and a piece of a paper.

The execution take place without our Will,
Yes! No! Steadfast or not,
The Angel shows no compassion.

You board the train already geared to take off,
With no alert who will be getting off from here,
You or the passenger next to you!

Incriminating of oneself to criminal prosecution,
Into a place where its dark and cold as highways of California
Hands on my back bound to bottom in chains,
With no where to hide

A long walk to freedom,
As I drag my feet to the right,
And look up in the sky with my eyes closed
Finally, I could see a tiny cloud to liberation of Sunday morning blues.

No embrace,
No affection,
Just a titanic building called a house,
With no warmth of your nature

Just so you know,
You took our home with you!

Debts get written off,
whenever a debtor become insolvent
And I wonder why it can't be the same procedure,
for the agony shrouded deep within
It has been long overdue.