Through the raging fire a went,
Within my heart a terrible torment,
Wondering what face to rent,
To exchange mine that is all bent

Pretending to be a sycamore tree,
Acting like I'm someone I don't want to be,
Thinking if I really am free,
Or just the chained lonesome me

The only option thought of is suicide,
Mixing pastilles with cyanide,
Hoping the feeling will subside,
Placing the fear of death aside

Something withholds the increasing tension,
Totally appalled by your sudden invasion,
Lessening the pace of my motion,
Due to your seemingly clean intention

Everything seemed right suddenly
My purple sky replaced by the sun shining brightly,
But paradise slowly became misty,
All of a sudden, heaven meant misery

Another pain I tried to endure,
Your fake heart that looked so pure,
Woke up one day finding everything obscure,
My heart left alone, without any cure

Thoughts of you kept on lingering,
Don't know what this will be bringing
Tired of always praying and hoping,
All along I had been giving

Searching where my soul had gone,
Queries of what wrong I have done
What will be better than a gun?
What will happen when everything is done?

Not knowing how this should end,
Having Nobody's hand to lend,
Moving on is what I intend,
Fearing the time when myself I can't defend

Picking up all the broken pieces,
Hoping that the bleeding ceases,
Straightening out all the creases,
Starting to relax as my hand releases

Maybe I don't know how to love anymore
Clinging unto the past just like before,
Each day the pain grows even more,
It really takes time to soothe the sore

Perhaps it's time for me to leave,
A life alone again for me to weave,
Everything that happened I must believe
My shattered heart I need to retrieve