The weekend's gone
In a verse of a song
No time to find a bridge
Coz all bridges were burnt
I sit and stare
At my phone, and its glare...
In a darkened room
A mellow sense of doom
This life is not
What I had thought
I would get
When I was 17
And my eyes had gleam
Now they are mostly wet...
But before we get all melancholy
Let me tell you, there is hope still...
But the dreams are different now
Peace and wisdom... Do take a bow.
Living like the solitary moon
Reflecting what shines on me
Every night I claim it my own
But say goodbye, by the time of dawn...
But tell if you see me
Do I make you smile?
If I do, I will take the win
And walk another mile...
