I am awake at nights, isolated from everyone
tucked in my wraps, bitter of my self,
thinking, or could say wondering about pieces,
What are you thinking? How are you feeling?
What have we done to each other? What will we do?
more or less I know I can't open my mouth,
I know I won't be asked, i know i won't be confronted,
not even god ? I wonder..
I wonder if there's a spark,
I Wonder if this is it ? This is how i was meant to be like ? I wonder what did i do to get to experience people taking charge of my dreams ?
storming with enemity on my doorstep, knocking comes in delusional dimensions,
am I just supposed to open it ? or should i wait any longer..
I know everything but my hands feels cuffed for the better of you.
wondering if it really this dark.. if it's really this dark..