Souvenir of the past hours,
Crisped with the exclusivity of life...

I carved once more,
The numbers and letters on my wrist...

Unprovoked,
really limited...

Gazillions of tears crashing up,
asking me to get over now...

Life is never like
the way it seems...

"faith" is trust or a complete...

Trembled dreams,
and shaken world...

Is their any one who can kill me
and curse me...

Fall in love or fall in hate,
Get inspired or be depressed...

Peices of my single soul,
Left with no freedom...

My left wrist,
marked with all those scars...

No matter how much i try,
It'll persuade me until i sigh...