Never I had the courage of my convictions,
Only until I sense the blinking red lights brighter than it seems.
I thought I’d back down, or I held a little longer.
The fear, the regrets, and the memories that lingers.
Shit storm strikes, and your presences are stronger than liquor.
You know it damn well, didn’t you?
You know where the steer wheel takes it turns, away from our destined place.
It lost its control, from the way I saw the tears streaming on your face,
And the faith on those thin threads, slowly losing its surface.
No, I could never give you peace.
We were home to each other and I held you safe and sound.
It was drought to you, but the rain was hard, and I had myself drowned.
And I wish you know how much I wanted to be found,
Somewhere in the tug of war, not in the place of where I could keep you on my arms.
