I swear m not even gonno cry ..
when u'll stab me...

I guess I did a mistake..
when i said I had suffered...
'cuz of which ma' present is dithered..

I'm not lying, thats wot I said..
for that u shot me n now ma' emotions r dead...

Its like a deserted land of scorpios..
whr I hav survived...

Ma' skin is not red Honey..
but yes ma' blood is...

Even ma' sorries r sounding like play wid a never ending shows..
n I guess it will b ovr whn this theatre will die...
Theatre... theatre whr i hav survived......

Reflection

Hate was pretended not to be seen,
and love was always pretended to be felt...

Peace was always tought,
and for tht thy always fought...

Money was what they thought always bring curse,
but their life was spended searching for that curse...

Blood is always what they shed from me,
to teach me not to fight...