Still living in a world
Where faith's hurled
Other than you
I've nobody to
Cry my pain to
Not a pen, my closest friend are you
Not a mean, but my end are you
I'll keep coming to you
Trying to decide if it's true
The fakeness I see around
I'm scared of you going underground
Just like the reality
Don't want u be held in captivity
Will mutter the courage
Crying out the outrage
It's not that.. there r no kith n kin
It feels so shameful to tell the tale
That I myself want it to be unseen.