Our roads never crossed
But what were left were
Flustered minds and broken hearts
Our streams' never a waterfall
Our hearts' never one
And what you were left with were
Lies and more lies
It didn't stood for an eye
But it took one for another
Wrap it up and throw it away
But you came crawling back again
You never show it outside
And you never bring inside out
Scars of discrimination remained
Signs of unconcerns flowed
Rinse it, wash it,
Till your blood runs dry
You'll see more lies flowing from your wounds
Sing it, dance with it,
And you'll never feel the same
Stitch it, sew it,
Threads of aftermath remains
You'll see yourselves flooding with contradictions
Kick it, roll it,
And as the wounds enlarge, you'll be dead
-Clarie
- There's a crystal lake of all the tears I've cried.
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