Now, it’s all hidden
in the darkest corner of the heart,
and these eyes wanna scream everything,
well, I know how it hurts
only I know the pain.
Pain, a dull old picture,
with the colors of fate, hate, feel & love mixture,
it shows a dead moon in the night so cold,
shows a poor man carrying a bag of stories untold,
shows that dreams are dead, feelings are so hard fold,
and it cannot change, until We grow old,
and die… It’s the pain
Oh it’s a shallow dive in me,
the deepest secrets are locked.
That’s how it’s all hidden,
And only I know the pain.