If Maturity comes by age, i guess i was born Old.

Time really flies us by
But not when we are in pain

Pick a rose from my grave
And keep it under your pillow
Dreams will take you to my black parade
Marching towards sorrow

Life is a simple riddle.....where rules are never clear.

Infatuation is when you could SEE yourself going BLIND

We all create our own prison
And then
We are scared of being a slave

Dreams do shatters but a broken heart needs a healing
Trying to climb to the next phase of life but again falling
Holding the sands of time but the seconds are spilling
Fighting my own desires but i am just so tired of killing

There are times when things seems to be so frightening
It seems as if my entire life has been struck by lightning
But just look at me now, i have become so damn daring
No matter how far i try to run, i come back in the same ring

Life is like a novel, you don't know whats next
Until you keep turning pages again and again
Memories are just like those boldly printed text
Reminding you of things which always rises pain

Every street in this world has a story to tell
Tales of lonely walking hearts could be heard
With the art of keeping mutiple personality skill
Some just pretend to beat while being dead