THE FALSE ALARM
Written by Muhammad Izzan
So much in my mind
So few of spoken words
I do not know if I was being kind
Or am I just a piece of turd
And when you left me in cold
I just knew I have done you wrong
Or was I too bold
Not knowing you hated me for so long
I realize our past was pretty
Yet our present is pity
Is it me being foolish?
or are you being selfish
As you called me by my name
I know it was merely a silly game
You may see me as a shame
It truly puts me in a pit of flames
Here I live in my own sorrow
Waiting for nothing tomorrow
Crying under the pillow
Right now, I know I was too slow
You took what was mine
My bright soul like the sunshine
Every night I spend time to grind
And put our memories on the line
Well, it is just the game of love
And you may already be a queen with a king
I’ll forget this feeling and let it dissolve
So, you will no longer torture me with this suffering