Pride in the trash

Feeling like facing the morning

Being woke up from the failed suicide.

Every dream is smashing into pieces,

Eventhough I haven't fall on my kneels.

 

I've been watched even in dreams,

Won't that curses let me go ?

Just trying not to tie others,

And tied myself stronger.

 

If you were me,

Will you still dreaming when

There is nothing to cling onto?

Don't smile at me 'cos it's painful.

 

Cross my heart and wish to die,

I won't sing that song again.

                                         (bs)