I Know
it's a hollow inside a hole
when you keep feel something that didn't exist
even your hand can not feel
and your soul keep searching
that's a lame inside the night street
that appear glowing through a moonlight steal
i keep looking on to him
but still there's no reason for it
for years i keep searching and hoping
but ended in that empty street
the feel of lost
and without knowing
putting me into a drowning state in the art of the lost
and still
i keep searching and hoping
in the land of god hand
and bizarre dream
i thought of you lot
without seeing and even thinking
cause there's only you pretending
i know that i was wrong
but i know returning this is a sin to god
i do believe someday i will reach you
-inspired by me-
