People call it a disability, a disorder, But others call it witchcraft, I’m not sure what to believe, Or where to stand. For me it’s
Dear self, Does liveliness exist? ‘Cause mine faded away. Desolately my orbs gaze, A knife dangles between my fingers, A smile lingers lopsidedly; A happy
I met a girl, She broke me, End of story. Thatās how it should’ve been, How I shouldāve told it, The tale of the beautiful
I donāt have any problem with you, You made your choice to break up with me, Itās your right to do that, I donāt force
Religion is the cause of ruins Like an earthquakes, It shatters and mauls all vitality The cause of my deformation, Religion The painted lies disguised
Yes, you heard right I have said my hands up, I raise my hand up, i am tired because of this love I thought you
Needed someone to talk to, One who will hear my cries, One who will wipe my tears, One when i am chased away, He will
Lead by example, that is what they taught us, Leaders are strong, leaders don’t break, Words scrapped into our minds, Words inscribed in our hearts.
When Iām being malicious with myself, I like to imagine a world Where my father saw me as his child first Before he saw me
And in that lazy month of June, On the second lonely morning, The sun had refused to shine, It was all dark blue and grey,