My soul smiles, but it fades
My soul cries, but the tears dry.
It meets people, but they show their real shades
Yet it thrives in the lonely world of my.

So lonely that it forgot the worthwhile
Taste of bliss and sorrows
It only remembers the memories while
Taking bullets and arrows.

I'm that person who matters
Memories over moments, may it be wrong
Cz the moments made in a span of minute shatters
But the memories, pleasant or deadly, stays...