I can’t barely fight this internal hurricanes inside of me;
Trying to sleep to forget all the regrets and cruelty.
But no matter what I do I’m still blinded with intoxication,
Of being stuck with this foolish imagination.
Ironic isn’t it?
I’m broken and yet I don’t bleed.
What you see is this perfect smile,
but behind is a bunch of lies.
There’s a war-zone between my heart and mind,
a hollow chest with a misfortune life.
The sadness that’s consuming me
Little by litte made me feel unhappy.
