The caged bird is now
flying in the universe...

Forgive me, I am too young to depict,
don't they look like the two faces of a coin...

And she asked me today,
"what inspires you to write...

We cannot breathe under the same sky anymore,
it drives me insane...

It is funny because I thought that this time
you were going to stay...

Tonight, I am going to filter out all those
thoughts which are whispering into my ear...

The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...

Today, once again, she asked that same question
'where are you?' while looking at a star...

Tell me you don't love me and for you,
I am perfectly imperfect...

I still have that house inside my heart
where once you used to live...

Life is a just a journey, where one ends,another
begins; is there any truth behind these lies...

All those things I want to say, fail to escape
from my heart in your presence...