In the lonely hour.
It an empty street around here.
A lonely desert with aged footprints,
Of people who once came and went away.
Either I pushed them away or they never want to stay.
No wind ever try to sweep them.
No storm ever bothered to wipe them all away.
Probably for me to always look at them.
And bare in mind that I'm screwed for life.
It's dark in here my friends are few .
That is why days are dark like daffodils.
Which grows and die too soon.
I've been staying for so long around here.
For the first time ,it's feels so lonely.
I I'm so helpless, with hopelessness in my veins.
That why I've decided to lay myself on the desert sand.
Cry , If I need to.
Let my tears fall on their footprint.
May be they will remember
Remember to come back for me.