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Chronic Mystery

Mourning upon the depth of failure
Waiting for one`s great exposure
Do I need to look for another texture?
Or maybe, I just need to be more mature

Trying to vanished the soul of pain
But everything went on vain
I guess, I`m completely plain
With no ideal brain

Wishing for a life to dawn
Praying for misery to shown
Hoping a thing to own
In my dream, I won

Loath to accept the truth behind those belief
And at last, I ignored it and pretend to be deaf
Because I know, I`m not a clover leaf
Not lucky enough but atleast, I`m not a thief

The reality has a shuttering history
Upon those people who believes with a random story
Yes, I`m not that pretty and I`m sorry
But I want to let them know that I`m in a chronic mystery

In a whole full of why
In a memory filled with a cry
I will let it pass by
I should and I`ll try

It`s finally a tie
I`m fooled with a big lie
It sucks, I wanna die
But I want to say my last goodbye.
©arbyyy