eye that is fill with emotion only speak remorse and also grief
who better to understand...
as sunset turn to dusk
sometimes it's time to put down the mask
or is it time to put up another mask
has i been simply run out of luck
that stuff i do just make me being label as the next lame duck
did i play my part
did i speak out my heart
inches become yard
that's how far apart
those promise still echo loud in my head on how we should play our part
now what is left is mark left by the dotting dart
leaving something behind the dark
"fuck"
grief grip me hard
as i played my last card
all is thus left is only that little sushi guard
and the nose-less cappuccino guard
don't ask why, how or what
you will not understand that broken heart
and then god send this small note to me
i will pick myself up despite it all
it's hard and tough
but i know i will be alright
it will be okay...
it should be okay.....
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