You can hear an uncertainty in my voice.
And all the lies going through my teeth.
As I bite my tongue, no pain will be received.
For my every pulse, have been wasted on a dream.
But for my hopes, they will still live.
Though I may operate, I wont recuperate.
And I accept the consequences, I accept the flaws.
Now I will bear with this hardship,
Till the day I'm consign to grave.
And I'll leave my every fate in God's hands.
I wont fight back but I wont break.
But for now, I live a dead life.
A dead life lives on me.
- Kiestina
