I was trying to hold onMaryam Qasim
Forgettin’ roses got the thorns.
Got myself slaughtered.
And the love flattered.
Yes, the era of lies was short.
My pain was worst but it’s gone.
Thinkin’ of me as a curse?
yeah! I was about to burst.
In the deceptive fantastical dreams.
My euphoric emotions used to scream.
I ain’t makin’ stories.
Just pukin’ my worries.
There’s no need to mourn.
The shit is so gone.
I was tryin’ to hold on..
I was tryin’ to hold on…