A Lot
A Lot


I wish for someone to cling on me
Even when I'm at my last peak of living
Life will always find a way to keep me alive, keep me believing
Pain calls on suicide
As my new ride
A flood from rain drops on a hill side
Dreams crushed my whole pride
I can't hide my pain in the rain
With the endless drops on my face, I fail to ensnare the remain
My kindness, ropes that hang in my room
Leave no trace to the reason why I should become the groom
My sadness is happiness that would bang in bloom
Regardless with what fate wields
All smiles turned to be shields
Pain repels
Death prevails
I'm tired of chasing my dreams even they, are tired of chasing fate
The prophecy says I'm somewhat late
Before reaching heavens gate
Wields the devil's hate