Thursday کے بول

Prevent a cold out of loneliness. so pale, so feeble. From here to a day of reckoning. Where is a phrase of empathy? when is the sense fragile? When aiming at the good but the truth is blistering. I'm feeling guilty after grief I stand alone with a thousand questions. I'm feeling shame, it's all I need? Fall into deep. into deep. I'm feeling guilty after grief Judge me if I erase the memories, those scribbled pictures Shapeless. colors fleet to black and white. Freedom seems to bring us both to life Deaf. pierced and blind. all I have is just an empty core. I'm feeling guilty after grief I stand alone with a thousand questions. I'm feeling shame, it's all I need? Fall into deep. into deep. I'm feeling guilty after grief