29 Aug 2004


Posted by Divakar in General | 8:06pm

Left alone to suffer in this world,

I wander all around in the cold,

looking for my identity which left me without a trace,

all i remember is that, people call me a scarface.

They look at this face which is mutilated,

I have taken it so much, always humiliated.

Longing for someone who can see the other side,

never found "the one", i tried and cried.

Current Mood: Sloshed
Current Music: Tantric- mourning