Holding pen in my right hand
Hopping i will pen this time a nice song
While Thinking of some new bars
My thoughts are already riding on the roller coaster
Going through the memory lane bottom to high
Everything scattered around like the stars in the night sky
Its hard to see any constellations
May be i haven't be so conscious i guess
Gathering around all the memories together
Not all tastes the same,its sweet and bitter
Having all that happiness and grief
Here i am writing a brief
With all the memories buried in my heart so deep.
Hopping i will pen this time a nice song
While Thinking of some new bars
My thoughts are already riding on the roller coaster
Going through the memory lane bottom to high
Everything scattered around like the stars in the night sky
Its hard to see any constellations
May be i haven't be so conscious i guess
Gathering around all the memories together
Not all tastes the same,its sweet and bitter
Having all that happiness and grief
Here i am writing a brief
With all the memories buried in my heart so deep.