It was creeping like serpent under my pillow
and the lights illuminating my little den was not enough
Raindrops to fill my silent night is so cruel, so shallow
and those tender touch is being frosty, it's being rough
You know that wonderful moon of surreal night painted upfront?
I fought them with the sticky hands dragging me down unto the abbys
I'm trying hard to shout, but they echoed 'no! can not!'
Such a fool I am for thinking I could find a little bit of bliss
They are memories.....sullen memories
I kept them hidden but they crawled devouring the whole me
Over and over and over again they just play unstoppable
But unfortunate like a leaf blown by the wind, ....just nowhere
Have the skies run to sight such I?
No! Nobody knows what lies beneath that dim flare!
I am a bubble, oh a bubble like cry who's wishes are only to fly
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.....wrong , now to die
