Sometimes, I like to slip away,
To slip away, into a place where no one knows..
Where no one knows the feelings, the pain, the countless tears,
No one but my bleeding heart, will ever know this place..
Its not a fancy dwelling, Its not a happy corner,
No, its not the crowded bar..
This place, a lot of you will never know.. For only those, who been through suffering and pain,
Will ever know, this place, and what its called..
You can’t just walk to it, You can’t just drive your car,
Oh no! You cannot even land a flight! To get to ...