I never knew I'll be a stranger to myself
Closed it all off, no feelings, no pretence
The once, twice I had, they say third is true to oneself
I ran away, but the rush stopped me as if
Something really can happen! Now!
Did I lock the door of my heart tightly?
Did I try hard to kill me within myself softly?
Did I creep inside myself and consume totally?
Or did I just talk to my shadow and cried loudly?
Probably, then love is a game of bow and arrow
Where I am only the arrow who follows it's shadow
Bows are many, indelible wounds and fights inside
And they stop me, mock me, I had to hide.
Do you try to find me there, really do you?
Or do your train of thoughts change to something new?
Do you just want to show a surreal as real?
Is it a beautiful lie or a perfect denial?
