The book I made
Was a lie forever ...! j
Beyond past and going back,
much to see how much is true and how much is false.
Whatever has happened, see how much it has happened.
I would like to see how many times you have laughed and I have a thousand questions.
Have you ever asked a question without answering it?
Or did you just said it normally
That there is nothing like this
Those things that you left behind unsaid
How much did you say, how much truth did you say?
Is this all about fate or did you lie it to yourself?
How much lost and how much gained?
Will you ever be happy?
It’s better than you to shoot me right
At least we got something but nothing to remember
Don’t know why your talks and lies doesn’t have much difference
But now when I see things
Can you be able to forgot everything
I don’t care much about you and why do i still get so much numb?
How do I open my heart once again and
Will you be ever get out of my book?
