Guilt filled to my brim
Forcing me to keep myself dim.
Being unable to spill the beans,
I think I threw out my heart's key.
Under the ocean it might be seen
But who till yet have there been?
Denser is becoming my forest mind,
Not letting sunlight to enter,
For it understood how it always ended.
Keeping it real has already became all fake
Like promise has become just some words for sake.
No one admits that the experiences are all same,
There's nothing here so big to feel so lame.

Each day I'm feeding my timidness
Like, if it's me, it's gonna...