The place where words end before even when I speak,
It is where I roam about in a habit to hear your voice again.
The place where sun sets at the evening twilight
It is where I think to run about living my life’s so called mistakes...
It seems like time left me out within myself with all of its dark night..
Everyday my fear of dreams crashing down on me seems floating in the stormy night.
Once say that no one’s around with me , for me...
The way the passing by scenes claw me down every other day
I am trying to break myself out of bounds hiding the same way
The place where I shout out to the crowd of seemingly dead people
It is where I keep moving ahead taking snaps of my madness...
It seems like time left me out within myself with all of its dark night..
Everyday my fear of dreams crashing down on me seems floating in the stormy night.
It seems that no one’s around with me , for me..
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