Where a mouth is so cold.

Words are stuck so speechless.

On my view, I see only amazing OMG’s.

On my side, I feel unfolded.

My heart is defeated by trustee.

My stages are owned by the NGOs.

To say I love you back, was just a promise.

To say I care is just from few to mean it but lies.

What I stole on your smile, was just a dream.

What a smile covered by dark a dream.

When better days turned deeply to dark nation.

When days are dark, friends are few-

I once had true friend but trust and love.

Trust and love will give you a proper sit.