Don't forget
I reach out my hand but no one grabs
I search the alley but what welcomed me was the succumb rats
I kept on pleading for mercy and comfort
but they turned away without giving any effort I hate them all,
I hate them all, I hate them all!
But what I feel now, I know it is wrong
In reality what I see is not the problem
but what's inside singing a melancholic anthem
I know I could get out of depression
but the coldness sometimes gives you an addiction
Ecstasy is just an illusion
its my neurotransmitters that creates the hallucinations
I can get out if I want to
I can wipe my own tears too
Dear me, you want to get out so get out
you are not blind you know you can get out of the drought
Dear me, you are strong its been so long
You tasted defeat and forgot that once you have won.
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