If I were to cherish those lives that was taken away,
Second chances alongside elongates my own intercepts to flee.
If turning away was a choice in which I can't rue,
Then I would've moved away in a distant plain in the road
They don't trust someone whom they'll never know
Laughing on its course that doesn't make sense after all
Maybe my friends, but they weren't, they're fake!
They can't take it mutually, don't cooperates
My favorite mantra were taken away by hooligans
Got my troops and let it die on the hands of guns
They took my weapons and shot it to my headquarters
Right when I was about to break and conquer
People are insane, they kept me in a sacred city
Locked my confidences, letting myself stands in insecurities
Rolling their eyes, throwing shades, making me bury
Shots every hearts and swollen the deep cuts on it
If personal preferences weren't intaken by a consumers,
Then I would sell the best thing as an entrepreneur.
Making them die and placed it on the graveyard with no escape
Can't resurrect, burning their souls for being an enemy.
Written in: February 15, 2020
Published in: April 13, 2020
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