The End

The End

its funny how a fake smile
can mask this sorrowful face...
this bleeding heart...
you covered with warm embrace

... many smitten souls are free to fly ...
still these funny lies can make me cry
... i smile still its hurting me
... when the truth remains, its emancipate to flee

just imagine a crazy story...
they love and they marry
just when the happiness flow
death will be the end, will close.