It is not you, never you, it is always me,
I am the wicked one who knows no feelings.
I spare no second thoughts to dish out feelings within,
Nothing can change me except me.
So after all the dusts that has settled and the day sleeps,
why do i remain this, this unfilial boy from the pits.
What has consumed me all this while,
What more do i need to do than to throw away old habits?
They die hard but they die anyhow,
have i not done so or am i changed only in my eyes?
Your answer i seek as i am lost,
never knowing where the road bends or character i should amend.
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