Staring at my heart
What is that? I fear
Meditating on my hurt
Sparing all this !
Making grief my ordeal
Checking heap of scenes
Let it be that I have win
Deepen deep in the stream
Washing the sweetness out of it
Drawing films as it fill his mind
With the very speed that it had
Storing dreams all rehearsal
Very big but not in size
Spelling bee we all reside
Reciting it is all we fight
Many things I have to rewrite
In this my heart really lies
Demo we kept on playing
Debris we went on inhaling
Yelling is what we are good at
Thinking is were we miss it
Ringing our bell doesn't make you a leader
Doing the best you can
Only shows were you stand
Threading on the path that really meant
Drifting from the past sentiment
