The Broken Mirror

The story didn't belong to me, the story has been writing by karma,

The unfaithful spices of my world aren't meant to be with me, they are made to prove me right, always, as it is.

The story wasn't mine, the story seems to look like it's always wanted to be with me.

The cursed shadow of the darkness, I'm running towards the pain and pleasure at the same time, it's love which can give me the feeling of hell.

I'm putting a smiling mask on my face, from the inside the individuality between me and my soul of immortality, they both are looking to the broken pieces of the mirror and trying to find out how to get relief from getting neglected.

I'm the only one who can take control of my discrimination and desperate behaviour to find out what actually love is.

Holding my breath deeply and saying goodbye to the world of death, I'm not freaking out about anything, I'm not sticking in those memories alone.

It's not so easy to move on faster than ever, it's not only my story, this story has been dedicated to all the broken hearts around the entire world.

Keep faith in humanity, but don't trust anyone blindly.

We're not a transparent cover page of their presence, we're not only the option.

We've ourselves to establish the ethics and resolution.

Don't blame anyone for anything except you cuz you're the decision maker