Through our eyes we see
and with our ears we hear...
Too naive to say I'm sorry
Too stubborn to be wrong...
Dear father of mine
you called me today...
I was so angry at you for not calling
I was so angry at you for not coming by...
The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed...
is like a small fish
keen to changes...
Bottom Of The Well...
Depressed,
feeling futile...
Devilish
Emotions...
silent robbery
forming a consuming void...
Just when I think I'm finally free
You always find a way back to me...
The atmosphere congealed-
with his silent mood...