Tangled in cluster of loud thoughts,
Too perplexed to figure anything out.
How can you tell, what's real and what's fake,
When every memory is on the stake?
Finding a way to clear my head,
Keeping myself numb so that I don't cry myself to bed.
For a moment every relation was in my hand,
I tried to hold them but it slipped away like the sand.
I let the world to stab me even when I was awake,
It's not their fault, it's entirely my mistake.
"Taken for granted",
-is something that no one ever has wanted.
Let's be precise,
In this world of disguise,
How can you tell, what's real and what's fake,
When every every memory is on the stake?
