I am liar
My heart lied while beating...
Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...
Burnt out bulbs
dark windows...
Vibes of Last Year (Katauta)
Trembling in the wind...
So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel...
Sadness deep inside my heart
And my heart is crying every night...
You are a little robot, following the program,
But it's all part of the grand plan...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
A place of peace, something of serenity,
Blessed with thoughts of eternity...
was there ever a way
to mend the severance...