You Stayed, When I Thought You-‘d Flee
Yet I Withered, When I Believed I-‘d Hold On
Living Means Understanding
The Circumstances Of What-‘s Called Society:
When Right And Wrong Is Determined
By Simple Following A Straight Line,
Unraveling The Peace Of Mind And,
Altering It To Stereotype.
Voices Of Heart
Are Like An Underground Train:
Dashing In Its Very Own Path,
Unnoticed Yet Vibrant
Reliving Imagination Of The Weak Mind.
Dreams And Wishes
Are Like Blood:
Rippling In The Veins,
Nothing, But The Proof Of The Mortal Existence
Washin Away The Ill-Ventured Sorrows.
But You Stay,
Yet The Bond Is No Longer Visible.
Don-‘t You See?
We-‘re Two Musicians Trying To Synchronize Our Melody
Yet We Keep Playing It In Different Rhythm And Tunes
And I Lost Mine In The Middle Of The 1st Verse
I Refuse To Trail The Path I Can-‘t Follow
And I-‘m Playing My Very Own Tunes,
Detached From Your Being
Drifting Away From Your Now Faint Image:
Tuning The Disharmonious Ensemble,
Reversing It To My G-Major Of Life
And I Wither, For I Don-‘t Want To Hold On