A tired soul with blues feed on empty words
Harnessing darkness, cultivating depressions
Smiling at its fate and gardening its worst fear
An endless loop call life and its gloomy inspirations
Standing aside, quietly and carefully, let them pass
Deserving happiness, sweet memories of glorious past
The screaming heart, while it’s getting skinned alive
And getting roasted in the low flames of betrayal of trust
Nothing seems so perfect, nothing seems so complete
Like it feels today, counting days, counting minutes and seconds
Yet hoping, perhaps there is solace, pieces of peace somewhere
But then all hopes fade away, leaving me on my own to fend.
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