"LAST CALL"
Sitting in front of the grave of memories
I look at the headstone trying to fight of the miseries,
Down the breeze comes and flows through by, blowing the flowers away before i could say goodbye.
Scared of the dark a girl who always was; now just sits in its lap and cries for who he was.
Mistakes made make her regret as she passes the thoughts through her head.
Seeing the rain cry,thinking about her childhood lullaby,she gave it a that prince charming was a lie.
Off from memory lane she tries to go, then again it strikes her mind the memories of the old vines;
In the world of happiness pursuit entered the ugly devil of truth.
