In the end of my lore,
With the death standing at my shore,
I write this with blood on my hands,
Tears on the floor,
I can't cry, because that's not even a norm,
Stay strong, stay bright, stay straight is all i have left outsides,
Because shell of lies inside that I have build finally broken into the abyss of nothingness,
Leaving nothing but all the loniness I ever felt at a time,
You say talk to me, Trust me I try,
But my lips stops moving and starts to smile,
You say tell us what is wrong, Trust me I try,
But my mouth covers truth and let all the lies fly,
You ask me whats new, Trust me I want to share too,
But my stories are same, just with different characters and time,
Its not your fault that I refuse to talk,
Its my brain who refuse tell the world when I cry,
Every morning is a new day they say,
Then why all my stories repeat themselves over and over again as the time passes by,
I learn same lession which were taught to me the hard way,
Are taught me every single second of my day,
Few days left for new sun to shine,
But sometimes feel like even that ray will be gone with time,
Save me I shouting, I am crying,
but please dont ask me what happened? Is everything fine?
Because as I said:
You say talk to me, Trust me I try,
But my lips stops moving and starts to smile,
You say tell us what is wrong, Trust me I try,
But my mouth covers my truth and lets all the lies fly,
You ask me whats new, Trust me I want to share too,
But my stories are same, just with different characters and time,
