I know I am falling
let me hold onto something that doesn't exist
give me some false hope
give me some old rope
which I could cling on only to break
bring in a storm, this is a piece of frost cake I don't need a small gush of snowflake
why not live a life just to leave it
I believe it i ain't gonna make it through
I accept my fate for it is true
until then i won't be able to change
there is no such thing as a perfect exchange
let's take a chance
i guess if life playing me like a music note why don't I just start to dance
for I can't replace my life with another one as this my last stance.
Everytime I want to take a break
whenever I feel my life is strange
I wonder, if my life was at stake
would there be people to rescue
if I was supposed to be hanged
who would be there to save me or execute
is it gonna be my family or friends
the time we spends are too little too low
I can't decide whether who hates me more
i am the ugly duckling who doesn't get to be a swan in this show
it's like life's testing me
my patience happiness with limited rations
I thought I saw what life offered and accepted for the better
but now I know i was blind to expect that it would get any better
If I was on a stake for everyone to see-
it's like how I imagined it to be
strangers, loved ones and enemies watch.
feels like instead of crying over me I am on their watch
I wonder who would have a heart to act-
in fact I wander around to find the missing eyes.
I could see cries but I know it's just lies
I think who would be there to perform my last rites
it's weird
i never felt more alive
I cleared my mind and peered to think of a wish to mutter under my breath.
just before my death
just before my last tear fell
while the ropes strangled my neck.
I closed my eyes and blank
thus then I remember the day I was born
the day I was shown the light of this world
my mama held me high, with love and care
dada smiled his best while looking at his future heir rest
though I don't remember that I like to think
my mama gave me food when I was hungry
when I get hurt and cry my dada was my pillow whenever I felt even a little fever or even get a cut a little deeper
I was told I could do anything
I had wings, I was able to even fly
but it didn't take much time to realise it was just an imagination
my life was a lie
how to abbreviate it I guess u could say it was an examination
a never ending animation
maybe it was just what they thought, an estimation
but this is life it's real
I have to appeal to this shit
like I am ready to kick ass it's lit
but how the hell am I supposed to do that, am I just to let it take control of me make a shadow outta me engulf in it
though I was brought up with love I have always felt alone never got the chance to make friends
then forced to be an adult and was given the chance but I was far too gone
then came the depressions due to keeping all my feelings stacked hidden far away
had to find a way
to share it and flow away
but don't know why it feels my tongues tied I tried a lot but couldn't speak a word it had rust covered all over it
so I had to just swallow it and keep living to die in the end
now that I remember my mom said she thought I suffered somewhat of a speech disorder
she consulted the doc who said I just am a slow communicator
for whose sake when will I be able to get any better
not that I can't but to be honest I have been mute my whole life.
am I just little inclined than the normal
I am the abominable villain of my story
I have two devil's with me
give them a call a standing ovation
it's an affirmation that they are called B.R.A.I.N respectively and a heart who hurt me a lot reluctantly
don't know why
don't ask me why
both of them constantly fighting
never saw how devil's and angels biting there skin off but i know that this is a fight to find the lesser evils
just have to adapt, it's non of ur business
have to keep my mouth shut no buts or it might eat me alive just have to survive so don't ask me why I do what I do
why I am how I am
finally my life whispers it's last words
now that I know you
let me show you
the gateway to hell
now now boy don't start to yell
this is just the beginning or u could call it the ending
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