Broken Times


I was a boy who was so confused.

I felt like a hopeless toy.

The joy starts to flow like the skies of my light.

It's hard to reminisce the battle wounds.  


It guided me through my shame.

Feel the way, through the door like nothing's ever happen.

All the past, was a last leaves me broken.


Stay here, up high nothing can stop me.

Why do I feel my life is sober?

Embrace the pain, speak to the rain.

Do I feel my wrath is so strong?


Can you feel me?

Can you see me?

I feel so bitter than I thought.

Those memories will never the same.

Don't forget about me.




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