He is again on his own, Walking the boulevard all alone.. The sky is dim, The street is lit.. Under the neon labels, It’s dark crawling down a bit.. All the souls burnt and hurt, Found a way to this road.. Not for an immortal tale, Rather for a night's bail..
Every stone in these vast ruins has been carved and laid by an artist once and for ever... Men, well they come and go... Each stone here has witnessed the rise and fall of several generations and it continues to flourish in the ruins...
Long I have traveled on the thin line, The one between my death and your love.. And the world rotates in front of my eyes, As I rise above.. I have lost too much trying to figure things out, It was one and only you I can’t live without.. I try I fail I cry, I try giving up, I