I never thought that how tiring it is to be a writer
Whereas every lesson becomes a futile chapter
Turned down, yet never resolved nor forgotten
Just left my brain and heart stranded and rotten

Feeling of longing for someone, 'til you got one
Now I'm feeling more alone, cared by mere none
I broke down, misery-stricken head down the floor
Incapability to flow the waterfall, tored me more

My mind was set, never chase, never adore, wait
Never create delusions, reroute to rightful state
Troubles to handle myself, risks for a company
Will they build an empire, or destruct in misery


Before, I thought I knew everything as I'm young
When skins' collide, she was Yin, and I was Yang
If eternally, I'll tend to live forever, her and sword
Mystic bond provides vigor, to conquer the world

Delusions out of sensation, killed by realization
Not a movie, not a literature, just an imagination
Said the impossible, sobbin' out of intense guilt
Am I willing to provide for this outline we built?

Times when silence drifts me out of my mind
If I don't identify myself as liar, then what kind?
Fear of karma, the reason for my perseverance
Some love, sympathy, togetherness exuberance


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