When in the end we will lose everything and move on to another world
then why do we care to hold on to something, why does the existence of ours scream of belonging
and pains when longing goes away there is a part of soul which i lost in the last one year
there is emptiness sometime elopes my heart i just dont know who the hell i am
it is like a few relationships forged at birth are like your identity the identity going away
just hurts i know i am some evolved today but it still hurts no matter how much i try to forget and move on
why does it hurt so much when i think about it, why does it pain to not go back home
will there be a hug ever again from parent in the bed i grew up, will there be my stupid games played
on my study table ever gonna be back, where will those long night go away to i would never get get to see them it again thgose hard nights the orchestra of birds early morning breaking into twilight i dont know how much i going to miss about an era which deeply made who i am i dont know why is it so hard, i guess it is best not to think about it but then how many questions, how many situations can I run away from, i dont know if still i am being honest to myself.... there is a bit of sadness and a gloom glooms my heart away... i dont know what to do what to say...
then why do we care to hold on to something, why does the existence of ours scream of belonging
and pains when longing goes away there is a part of soul which i lost in the last one year
there is emptiness sometime elopes my heart i just dont know who the hell i am
it is like a few relationships forged at birth are like your identity the identity going away
just hurts i know i am some evolved today but it still hurts no matter how much i try to forget and move on
why does it hurt so much when i think about it, why does it pain to not go back home
will there be a hug ever again from parent in the bed i grew up, will there be my stupid games played
on my study table ever gonna be back, where will those long night go away to i would never get get to see them it again thgose hard nights the orchestra of birds early morning breaking into twilight i dont know how much i going to miss about an era which deeply made who i am i dont know why is it so hard, i guess it is best not to think about it but then how many questions, how many situations can I run away from, i dont know if still i am being honest to myself.... there is a bit of sadness and a gloom glooms my heart away... i dont know what to do what to say...
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