MayB

If the song gives up so quick
echoes come undone in the near-ending
let wailing die before it stops

you said pretty things so real
you insist on believe
but maybe i am a quitter

dreams for dreamers
shit for realists
see i keen on
but maybe i am a laughter

greys on mind
and your memory's so stuck on the walls
i'm living in a world of yours
well maybe i don't wanna go back home
maybe i don't wanna go back home

those ashes deprive us a lot
you tried to explain, i tried to laugh
although rain drops,hon, they never ask
i'd so tried to survive

maybe i am a non-brave

promises are flying like she holds on
i heard her crying on morning
she said they guide her,i swear they don't
so cut your easy pride of
maybe she's just a mental disorder
maybe she's rocking no more


Jester's the fate that offers
unknown remains what tommorow knows
maybe i'll find you inside my closet
with your black venom shirt i adore and some smell of nafthaline
maybe i hear your calling from
or maybe i'm just someone lost in a stranger's dreaming
or maybe i am only a quitter