• _the_horsemen 55w


    Been sucked by this feeling of emptiness,
    Something is incomplete and it's creating mess.
    Have lot of people to talk,
    Still End of the day there nobody to feel I guess.

    We are playing with our lives because our hearts being played.
    We accept it right, But why do it still pains.
    With regular ups and down and a constant headache.
    Taking so much pain over pleasure just for getting well paid.

    A constant journey with no intervals,
    Everyday is like new levels.
    Past keeps banging the doors I kept closed,
    The movement it enters even my heart gets frozed.

    A perpetual cycle of pains and pleasure,
    With a small interval of restless leisure.
    A fake smile and with a love letter,
    Will again carried away for something better.