Laughing faces, evil brains
Smiling eyes, devilish looks
Kind hearts, fictitious love
Huge crowd, fake People
...
An unaimed pen locked in his fingers,
In search of some words,
The sound of rain drops,
Hitting the hard surface of rooftop,
...
Somewhere...
Somewhere...
... Is a world where you are with me.
Where just you and i...
...
Dishonestly tortured, torn to bits
Killed by her treacherous Love
Innocent victim, he became
Roughly whipped, blood-soaked heart
...
Fake People
Laughing faces, evil brains
Smiling eyes, devilish looks
Kind hearts, fictitious love
Huge crowd, fake People
Their love, makes me secure
Their hate, makes me rebellious
Too much longing for someone either makes ones life beautiful or ruins it up.
Their love makes me secure, their hate makes me rebellious.
One who dwells in pain, hates celebrations.