I feel the warmth of hurt,
That should have been your arms.
I hear those cursing words,
And they are tearing me apart.
At this moment, I even wonder about truth.
A big fat spread of fantasy turning out brute.
Isn’t it so easy, to push up the blame.
As the fire’s dying, there’s already a lit flame.
Wash off your mistakes, with my righteousness.
And burn the memories, for the sake of your future
happiness.
But if you ever wonder why are you happy behind those bitter
layers.
Know it’s my answered prayer.
