What if then people change?
Those we call best friends
Turn into someone strange
If we ask them to, will they still run?
People has their own happiness, they say.
But what if happiness is just a myth?
When people can no longer trust
When human race are full of envious
No saint walks the earth
No sin is unforgivable
Those we fear walk among us
Loneliness has await for us in the dark
We scream, we shout, we yell, asking for someone
People are walking by, but nobody cares
The light slowly fade off
Every colors are now grey
The remaining question would be
"Am I meant to be alone in all chaos?"
Being alive proves them wrong
