I run away
from the burden
of my unsaid words
and unfulfilled desires
Never knew
I would enter into,
another trap
The motif was alright
The end was lethal
So I look outside
As see
The air seems to croon
the song of melancholy
and birds forget to sing.
from the burden
of my unsaid words
and unfulfilled desires
Never knew
I would enter into,
another trap
The motif was alright
The end was lethal
So I look outside
As see
The air seems to croon
the song of melancholy
and birds forget to sing.