Reality when my whole world becomes a black hole
Turns everything hollow weighing down on my soul
So desperate that even if I close my eyes
The darkness remains an eternal dawn in the skies
The world gets bigger every single day
And I am getting smaller and smaller day by day
The loud weeps get sucked by the noises
As hopeless as the withering roses
The voice in my throat that calls for you
Dries out and dies that I fall through
Like a puzzle piece in the world of Lego
Wilted and broken like a lost child Nemo
I land my feet on the path that's made for me
Drifting away from this cunning reality
The sorrow and loneliness may be the same
With no expectations, I have no one to blame
BINABASA MO ANG
Drafts of the Soul
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