Give me one good reason why should I stay..
Little voices cries.. You could hear them
A bigger voice denies.. You can’t dim..
Reflection from your mirror..
Flashes from your past..
Visions from your present..
And the little voices still cries and you still can hear them..
Waking up.. Thinking it’s over..
It is over.. It is crafted.. Painted and polished..
and the bigger voice … you still can’t dim..