I'm tired of dreaming
Of pursuing something I am suppose to give in
I'm fed up of pain
And I want to scream
Things are never like before
It is never same as yesterday
Most of the time I'm at play
In a game of pride and tenderness.
It's so hard to leave memoirs behind
But it's impoverish to keep them fresh and alive
I do want to slow down
Until I can finally let the pain vanished
Reasons taught me to stand still
Being alone instruct my heart to find courage
I'm at deep sorrow
For that love I lost, the damage it launched
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