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