TREES (Interlude)
[Spoken Verse: Alleged Amateur]
The drifting and cold air reminds me of a day where nobody will be aware on how my life slipped away
The trees are soon to be my home, as I come crawling to a near fate
The trees are soon to be a dome, for myself and others that couldn’t be great
The winters we roamed, the summers we ate
But somehow I don’t belong in this beautiful Earth that managed to last long
The pain I face becomes strong
Sometimes, I wish this could еnd like a song