Everytime I look at my destiny
It is nothing but just a deep melancholy
Why do I have to be drown in this Agony
Oh GOD can I claim I don't wana stay anymore...
The world's so cruel I have touched my core..
I beg you, cause you're the only one about whom I am damn sure...
Life lived upon the shredded pieces of remains of desires...
The people awaits to drag you down once you get higher..
The unfragranced dried rose just stiff upon the thorns symbolising my liar...
If the world ain't a hell, then tell me why I see the fire....
Humans or animals, can you tell me who is who, too cruel, when will it expire...??
Why was I as delicate as a butterfly's wing born in here, why don't I expire...!!??
Written by: Eiman Asif
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