From the bottom of my life
I tried but can’t stop it
From the middle of my heart
I can’t forget the thoughts
From deep inside the grief
The picture is always there
I need you to be here with me
But why should I care.
I am in the place that you can’t see
I am in the hell where rain stops dripping
I am in the mirror without my face
I am in the dream where the eyes still open
And I saw a paper drawn my heart
Still floating down when the wind is gone.
From the bottom of my life
I tried but can’t stop it
From the middle of my heart
I can’t forget the thoughts
From deep inside the grief
The picture is always there
I need you to be here with me
But why should I care.
The memories have bound me
And I can’t get loose
The darkness holds me tightly
And the sun forget to rise
The arteries stopped working
And the poison flowing slowly.
Your memories are watching me die.
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