My heart needs a break Sitting in the night sky beside a frozen lake I wonder With those painful aches Yet for the sake Should I back seat take ? And even if I , then what difference could it possibly make ?
Those crate of memories Million bruises and it's remedies Those beautiful lies With mournful cries
Pathetic histories of the past That holds me back so hard And ends up with a constantly recurring reminder As my demons are on the way to take me under
Those forgery credence Make me realise That what I used to believe the world as a paradise Now is blinded by It's time now to say a good bye To my younger self with a sigh That may be I'll be the next blinder !!