In a moment I seem to deem that I'm in a my own world
until am hit with reality that all ain't that silver and gold.
You came in, caved through the scars deep down,
hurting me more all in the name of making me better.
Now that you are gone, am left in a miserable state,
with open wounds that seem to take long to heal,
What remedy can I use to make this pain go away,
and make me feel better while I make my hay,
coz the sun still shines but not on my way?

I'm only human and am bound to fall,
I’m with heart and soul not dead like a wall,
I'll Keep living on with hauntings from the past,
not that they'll be part of me but I'll make them last,
not that I want them to, but because they seem to complete me.