Every step breaks a glass
Every sound can remind someone's past
I did every step and make a sound
For someone who can never be around
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Unbearable sound that i create for someone to leave
But behind that is the melody that i used to hide behind my grieve
All i need was to protect the real ones inside
But i end up pushing the real ones outside
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Right yet wrong , and painful steps that i have to take
I took a couple steps then want to stop but there's no brake
No buttons to press, nothing to handle
I want to escape this death but this death can be my escape to hell
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BINABASA MO ANG
Buried Words
PoezjaPoems are like buried words that we should not have buried in the first place. (Collection of Poems)
