I threw away their wishes
I threw away their blessings
I even threw away my only birthday wishlist
Coz
The wishes aint coming true
The blessings aint blessing me
Forget about a wishlist that's incomplete.




The fact is, things were never ever meant to be this way.
Sadly, I failed to keep my promise.

Perhaps my getting out of the picture may help
removing a thorn from the thumb.

This is the last you'll read of me...
I swear upon my love for you.




I could feel no heartbeat; there was no pace
Without warning the dark peace turned stale
I could feel the warmth trickling down my face
Lady moon's wrath overcame her grace
My sinful soul deserves no vindication
But a songful spirit remains free of sins.


If those last words that you cried is true,
Allow me to bleed and tear till the pain is through...