How did this town get so old

The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold

Always caught in between

The capital and the 'other' country

Always caught in between

The river and the valley

You can still see the bullet holes

You can still sense a little hope

Crushed dreams and the martyrs too

Silent-ghostly-still so confused

Look up to the skies

Avoid the casual litter

Running from the pitiful

Nihilism

Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking

Look up to the skies

Avoid the casual litter

Running from the pitiful

Nihilism

Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking