I am sure I hate my self
And the pain I leave for the rest I can not bare
Like fire , I just begin with a thought
But first ; a mind that is filled with noise
Found from Friends that are fake and fight .
No note can narrate or negotiate
tears and tear when I thrive.
When you come all will be gone
And in the dark ,your mark you make.
Why don’t you light a fire?
Why don’t you think about the mothers?
Time has no luxury for us
Songs don’t sing when you sing
Why do you come? Why do you stay?