Narrations and novels,
Paint an epic story so untrue,
The plot seems seamless,
Painting a picture perfect you,
The mistakes you make,
Make you a hero eventually,
And the hearts you break,
Yearn for you foolishly
Well welcome to reality,
We mend again after breaking,
We move on, then we hate you,
And we wish we were zain,
Then we wake up one morning,
And realize you ain’t worth it,
Then we erase every memory
That made you our reality,
We mend again
Stage plays and movies,
Make you seem invincible,
You are the angel and the demon,
That dwells in a crucible,
Yet your fire so burns us,
Leaving smouldering ashes that are miscible,
With the sick twisted love for you inside us,
That woulda left us so gullible,
Well welcome to reality,
We mend again after breaking,
We move on, then we hate you,
And we wish we were zain,
Then we wake up one morning,
And realize you ain’t worth it,
Then we erase every memory
That made you our reality,
We mend again
What the rain doesn’t wash away remains,
What the water doesn’t cleanse are stains,
What the soul feels as it gets over you are growing pains,
For eventually we mend again…We mend again
Kibali
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