Even on my worst days
I closed the door, but I didn’t lock it
I kept the key in a secret closet
My guitars are in their folders
And my spirit is undercover
Even on my worst days, I’ll still believe
Some temporary things are for eternity
For a homesick mind like this
New year, new songs, same storyline
People keep asking if I will survive
They don’t know all the assets in my hand
Because I’m addicted to beat the game of life
Even in my best days, I see perfectly
How you destroyed all my dignity
You came, you ruin me, then leave
The wedding flowers have already withered
and with them our last opportunities
All my strings are worn out
And my voice got tired of lies out loud
Even in my best days, I secretly
Kept asking if I enjoy all the time I bleed
My limits went down
My knees were begging down
Could someone hear me out? I scream out loud
Copyright © Lucia Ferrao | Year Posted 2025
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