I knew I would stand here again,
Where lands are covered with despair and pain.
They moved on with no regrets,
And it is me walks with loneliness.
I sing those melancholy melodies,
And think they are the only remedies.
In the vicious cycle of past I am trapped,
Nobody's there to help me out; no one to give a hand.
We are besides each other but our hearts- far away,
Our ego is the predator and we are the prey