'I'm sorry mama

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight

I'm cleanin' out my closet"

When someone got uprooted n seek to hold on air... This idealist world hope something modest n fair... Its the reality... the reality where you r absent to watch... But somewhere there is always an awful match... Why did our heroes fight for? Were they really heroes? I feel coward n empty inside... A fight is imposed on me I never asked for... A tired soul hanging from my sholder making my spine to curve forward... If could a war baught me some courage... If could a secrifice could keep me alive... Everything I earned dumped me into a hole called nothingness... Coz everytime I m the one to free your beastness... They walk on wheels or sticks now... they eat with the other hand... some of them wear masks n hv never smiled after... If they could remove the hate in smiles... If they could change the eyes... If they could... This newest world... this newest me... this newest you... fighting with the truth of ourselves... the cowardest heroes of time...

'I'm sorry mama

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight

I'm cleanin' out my closet"

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