And now that I know your lips touched some strange ones I don’t feel like kissing you anymore.
And if we try to find all the lost things ,why don’t we ever try to find those dusty lost relationships.
I feel like I've committed a crime, a crime that has no escape until I am alive
People taking about the misery what is left behind the self-murder crime..
They say act was easy but the outcomes seems queasy ..
So here are the questions I feel necessary for the ones who remain unaware of the story ahead to conceive
And where were you when the dead wanted a chance to be alive
And where were you when the asleep felt unwanted among the one's that mattered the most.
And where were you when the deceased wanted you to be by its side.
And where were you when the gone was made to believe that it wasn't perfect and bright..
And which one of you told the truth that it wanted to hear to abide.
The truth that the perfect doesn't exists in today's life.
The truth that the most beaut...