Lyrics
THE LYRICIST -
[Verse1]
I am the beauty in pain, transformed`in`arts,
A lyricist storming hearts, adorned`in`bars,
wounded with these swarming scars, torn`in`parts,
The bottom from where every other morning`starts
the unheard voice to an aching thorn`in`heart,
Im a brush, to a painted soul, Im forlorn, its hard
to discard a soul to the lifeless heart jinxed with pain
Standing bare, drenched in tears, mixed with rain
And its easy to percieve, harder to portray,
Being naive, cheesy to believe " its okhay "
Penned to words, as upsetting as it seems,
Committed to hurt, I am regretting my dreams
With my lifeless heartbeat, ascertained to stop,
Im the Lyricist, waiting for the curtains to drop
I have no words to speak, only pain to jot down,
Its time "I" let go, and hear my words now
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[Verse2]
Concluded to have shed inane tears,
Scared when socializing, all benumbed to my sane fears
For what I go through, ashamed to have lost in love
I am selflessly helpless to protect my faith
Hints of love, Alas! Its crystal clear, she was,
Imprints of past, depicting a tear, a loss !
Memories, to the name, tattooed across my arm,
Driven Insane in Love, I never meant no harm
Its a teary chorus, emotions throng, I mourn a song,
One brother in Australia, one in Hong Kong
Im not really a strong man, I am weak and feeble,
Regardless indeed, hurt by so many people
Pen to paper, something I can share my views with
All I am left with is me, and my music
Distant to my kinfolks, Time tore a bond
Pain and bliss, both, I mourn a song, remorse along
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