I received all the pain,
My heart gets filled,
Bloods, steps and smile
Can't feel their presence,
All the day loneliness give me company!
I can feel the weigh in my mind
My eye, lip gets tired of thinking
Till the images are playing
It's telling my destitute playing
Bore of audiences
Humiliation of my friends
Left me in a pond of grief.
The laughter behind me
Old and new faces still undefined
I have no way to excuse me
Except burn my memories.
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