Facades

Hands in my pocket,
I'm on the slope of life again It's gone too far back
in my head I'm in a dream ward Don't ask why,
my dreams are empty If my dreams are executed,
the situation is too dim My words are on my
tongue, it's like I'm searching for hope My eyes are
closed, which corner am I now? My words are
shrouded, whoever listens to me When I go inside
people, the feelings decorate me. no Don't expect
too much enthusiasm when I'm away when I have
no chance in air, land, writing I Pulled My Hand
This is my problem All I need to solve is breathing
from my lungs I'm alive now My only narrative
battle I'm away from people, I'm in purgatory from
my yesterdays No chance I was forced I fell for the
guests to the sky, to the stars softly if you give
your hand my selves are wearing my body is in the
wrong Around when trouble burns In an empty
barbecue I'm in a nice cemetery Closing from the
museum little kitten big coward you The street
finds you when you get lost on your own To love
when you don't know to laugh without knowing I
made it work again man I am the forbidden fruit
Hands in my pocket, I'm on the slope of life again
It's gone too far back in my head I'm in a dream
ward Don't ask why, my dreams are empty If my

dreams are executed, the situation is too dim My
words are on my tongue, it's like I'm searching for
hope My eyes are closed, which corner am I now?
My words are shrouded, whoever listens to me
When I go inside people, the feelings decorate me.
look Call him or that or that or that or shit When I
have no patience Don't turn around and don't
expect too much from me I thought it was over I'm
done now I'm tired of thinking, I'm too bored logic
My bloody broken shattered swollen wings I can't
fly in the sky it won't let my lines even if I wanted
to neither knows No one knows what tomorrow will be



Credits
Writer(s): Adnan Bantwal, Nahyaan Nasser, Vishal Kumar, Yash Karuturi
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