Lost

life shapes, with your own decisions,

and turns its back...on you..

you dont feel like balming yourself

coz u already know..that its only you!

the stages of my life,

have a story to tell...

that after losing it all,

i am about to fall

my ground is heavy on me,

i dont want to lose myself anymore.

but i cant help it slipping off,

guess i cant figure whats in to store

just that hope, uselessly waiting,

that my lost hope is still hoping

all i want now is some by my side..

i am all alone, nomore i can fight

help me out,

i cant shout out loud...

my whispers is all i have...

i guess am lost in the crowd...