By Paranoia
Head turning at the right hand
Flashbacks
Two people who bestowed hopes, promises.
All broken at the present
Heart bleeds, tears slow on pace.
Head looking down
As I watched these salty drops dripping
Feet excels, moving on
To what I reach must never be held back
No light behind as these dark shadows follow my lead
Scorching ray, brace yourself.
Head turning at the right hand
Flashbacks
Two people who bestowed hopes, promises.
All broken at the present
Heart bleeds, tears slow on pace.
Head looking down
As I watched these salty drops dripping
Feet excels, moving on
To what I reach must never be held back
No light behind as these dark shadows follow my lead
Scorching ray, brace yourself.