It's 8 in the night mamma asking me to walk,
Me sitting with my notebook only pen and me to talk,
Why everybody out their are being so reckless,
Why everybody out their breaking their promises,
Why everybody out their don't care about my feelings,
Why my family seems like acting and my friends seem like tripping,
Why everybody splitting apart like Surat 07,
Me explaining myself their is no place for you in heaven,
Why you make promises if you know you won't do it,
Showing stars giving me bulbs now I am use to it,
Everything collapsed it seems so dark,
Am I the only one who feels happy to be in the past?
© RHYTHM