never seen my self lyk before,i am alone in the dark...
hoping for something to happen , waiting for a single spark.....
sitting somewhere on steps, thnking of the things not in hand...
this is all over and m numb, in the deep thoughts of time spend....
red burns on my hand ,bleeding cuts over the wrist....
make me think the path on my truth never take a twist...
i smile , i cry , i laugh , i deny in d end i try to pretend...
lyk m a wanderer with a stick on a path of exploring the last end....
my virtues , my views, my thoughts, my ethics and my values .....
keep me telling the whole scene is crap , if i don believe in it ll pay d dues.
nevertheless i put myself on track , walking alone in the dark....
don no will get it or not still walking ,i just want a single spark.....
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