I let you down, I jumble up,
Yes it does hurt, ripped my heart.
I cannot repair what buried beneath the time.
Tears welling, peoples leaving,
Only solitude and words I wrote keeps me sane.
In a desperate place I was Marching blind,
I have become something else, not a better self.
Feelings fade softly but it beat me like avalanche,
Candid flashbacks and old photographs increase frailty in me.
My song isn’t mine anymore, neither my fate.
I wrote some words to help you understand,
or may be to say which I didn’t speak.
Five years of sleepless night couldn’t kill me
I didn’t plan for it and all I want now is sleep,
Let my throbbing world rest, and have some peace.