the frontliner

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the town is up for a party, the poems were out and they all try their best to decipher
what's the context and what's it like
i was sitting in the corner, didn't expect it at all
you know i was waiting for it all along
how dare i try to decode someone when i can't ponder on my own?
they were saying i am wise and special and all that
smart and tends to stand up for what was right
but really, i don't think it's enough
I'll put my name on risk just to clear your name
and sometimes i wonder if there was someone waiting on the hall of the pavilions i imagined
filled with dreams and terrors of every lifetimes i lived in
my fantasies were dark and twisted, i can't even translate it
i wake up in the middle of the night
pacing down the room
my silhouette on the curtain, my soul set on flames
why do i still feel wretched whether i choose truth or lie?
nothing ever set me free, i don't know why
ill ask for validation to my friends for a long time
tell them all my tales, hoping they will understand
they don't understand.
i don't understand.
so here i am drowning myself with alcohol or tears
i only have two options, don't know how to get it through
i will ask a million question but it only stays in my head
i keep myself calm because that's what my girls did
but you know i was screaming all day long
and the voices only gets louder until i give in
to the temptations.
if i made the same mistake, when the mind bombs finally explode
will you stand in the frontlines just like what I did before?
the answer is just silence, i knew it all along
they won't understand.
i don't understand.

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