Your sorry wasn't Enough How it feels when things are not at your sideYou're struggling to make things rightYou feel dead insideYou try to bribeBeg to stay insideBut that thing wants a RideAnd then you see your precious thing outsideWhen you have lost the rightsJust the last sightAnd it diedSaying a sorry from myside

I'm on a journey with Memories leading to no where Leaving me of no whereWhere I can't sleep, but I have to sleepI want to shed tears, but can't weepI am sad, I don't know why I tried to remember, it made me cry I failed to recall, all alone in the hallShe's in flashbacks, I'm living in sighsUltimately, I'm going through void vibes

CONJURING NIGHTMARE She burst fired meI was meant to bleedBut I didn't I was just hurtWith only a scarOn a rib close to my heartI was meant to burst in tearsBut I was just astonishedOn the conjuring living of mineI was meant to be dead But i wasn't There I realized the importance, The purpose of my life It was like returning from a battle field A victim turned to warrior miraculously It was a horrible happy dream

Writer I take you to a rideI give you a lifeThat's not your ownBut through the same you have goneA journey through wordsWhere you don't move outsideBut you are moved inside

We never get a chanceTo see ourselves, as others see ourselves, with our own eyes. We only see our reflection throughout the life

What concerns me right now isFamily time Because once I was concernedabout the people I called mineAnd they showed me how things change with timeSo, I keep this lessonalways in my mind

I was the one, as you are nowYou will be the one, as I am now

A library isA silent place Where no one speaks but People talk with mind, heart, eyes and thoughts

I know myself betterI know my wrongs and rightI'm unbiasedSo when you praise meI know the lies

My heart is a refrigeratorcold enough to freeze worst feelings and vaccum sealed; preserving good rememberances