To see or not to see, that was the question.
When the tragedy just galloped through my eyes,
Mistakes were revealed under the normal guise.
To see or not to see, that was a question.
When the tragedy just galloped through my eyes,
Mistakes were revealed under the normal guise.
To see or not to see, that was a question.
To face or not to face, that is a problem.
If I charge at the sea of guilt,
Collapsed are the comfort I just built.
To face or not to face, that is an issue.
To think or not to think, that I have questioned.
Streams of stress will flood the room,
Only remind me of the disturbing doom.
To think or not to think, since then I have questioned.
To weep or not to weep, that will be what remain,
When a single thought sounds only distraught,
At the thought of my decay and rot!
To weep or not to weep, that will be what remain…
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