Bury the unworthy

But they would always come back here

They would haunt the livings

They would live in your memories


Gasping for life, ghosts of the past

Wanted to cry, tears are gone

These feelings, they’re an abomination

Anger, together merged with hatred


Don’t lie to yourself

You do remember what you’ve done

And at times feel the guilt in some ways

Perfection isn’t who we are


When you killed your own genuineness

When you felt you didn’t get what you deserved

In the end, we are not invincible

We fell on our knees, we are not perfection


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