Monday, August 14, 2006

In a mess

Being so sick of everything
Not knowing where i'm supposed to go
Leading my life to a darkest place
No one there to torch me up
Being afraid of all the things i've seen
Wondering when would it end
Keeping them in a darkest place
Here in my soul wandering and searching
For that one answer to all questions
Which will be in the final task
Saying and hearing in a different way
Everything turned upside down in a minute
Laughther and smile wont be any sincere
Nobody know what may come next
Just keeping my finger cross each time

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