No matter how much you remember
It doesn’t matter to the other life who has no feelings as they almost lost you as never
It causes you pain and the clouds cry in the form of rain
And memories run all over the veins

You lie on the bed and try to sleep
But the times of those days comes as a hiss
It wraps you in the pain of a bliss
Oh either it’s December or an adventure
Life is not going to give you easy sleep

The clouds full of thoughts keeps thundering
No matter you hide into those blankets of protecting
It doesn’t even listen to your fears and tears
Forget about the pain that they gave when you wanted was just a caress

Though it seems like the solitude has taken place
But from inside chaos and horror doesn’t let you free from distress
Oh the flowers are red full of roses
But still, the thorn has a special place though it’s unwanted but has many tales to tell of those details.

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