Against myself . . .

Days,

I'm trying to clutch all the unreal excuses.

Nights,

I'm trying to fetch all the unreal images.

 

You may ask, what's up with you.

All I've learnt is manipulating my every perceptions.

Without affection, my ways will be kind of blur.

Forget it !

I'll lit my lanes with serenity.

 

I've lost you in that misty morning.

The castaway has started in that morning.

I let myself down on my knees in that morning.

Anyway, I'll try to survive for many new coming mornings.

 

I should have known that,

Smile can cast a spell just through the air.

I should have known that,

Eyes can cast a spell to become waiting just for sacrifices.

How long have I been burn ?

 

I'll run as far as I can . . .

By neglecting all the pains which I've been suffered.

I'm the hero of my war.

I'm the victim of my war.

Passing days of defeating myself,

One day, I'll reveal all my regrets.

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