Just when I thought to start it fresh,
the same old sparks of past fires
m fighting something inside me I know
a battle of which I aint sure
Again a guilt that sickens me
a smile to cover the thoughts in deep
the pleasure and pain still so pure
All I need is to be high
coz have already started to feel low
the same old sparks of past fires
m fighting something inside me I know
a battle of which I aint sure
Again a guilt that sickens me
a smile to cover the thoughts in deep
the pleasure and pain still so pure
All I need is to be high
coz have already started to feel low
PS: A stupid poem indeed..just scribbled whatever came to me... :)
