The wind have whispered,
But im still seeing it's not me.
Not the one who's seeked.
Neither even part of wishes.
Its all pain.
And im a comforting being,
Spreading tears of my broken dream.
So i hope theres a short end coming
To erase this draft of something
I never was.
But im still seeing it's not me.
Not the one who's seeked.
Neither even part of wishes.
Its all pain.
And im a comforting being,
Spreading tears of my broken dream.
So i hope theres a short end coming
To erase this draft of something
I never was.