Melancholy Thoughts

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I don't know what I'm up to
What's going through my mind
These couple of days, I'm so furious
Also bit of curious what's happening around
Can't make my mind sound
Always at the point of being so insecure
I really have some issues
That is really showing up
All these misconceptions
Is not letting my mind loose
I believe my emotions
Are on the rise too
All these 'cause of being with you
I'm in the fear that I might loose you
I'm having nightmares
Of killing each and every guy , you with
Jealousy is killing my soul
Every morning , the reality really sucks me
I'm turning into a Beast
Every time I see myself in the mirror
And you're not my Belle
You're my favourite pain taker
Also The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy
Who poisoned me with the manna of love
Fantasie me and took me in a roller coaster
Of imagination , where saw myself surrounded by ghosts of my doomed days
Sometime I feel myself I'm on the edge
Pulling out my own rage
Can't hold all these gravity
Digging a cavity in my heart
I'm lost in the maze of my own thoughts
Trying to seal my heart from all these
But found a crack , which was there already
My conscience is in fuse
But can't defuse
Seems like, I can't stop myself playing with the fire
Still hoping, someday
Everything will find it's place
Till then, I don't know
I will be there or not
There is no next day
I know you be with somebody better than me the next day
I know I'm just an average guy
But my heart always wanted to be yours
Now, it crying a lot
I asked what the point of crying so much
It said let me cry a little bit more
Maybe tomorrow I'm no more
I asked my brain is it true ?
It said yes
Then I checked the time
It's already 12 am .

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