The storms gets louder and louder
In my mind, they don't seem to whither
I cannot stop myself from thinking
That everything later on would be sinking
Sweet melodies are far from my ears
Instead, the silence brings me to tears
Waves of the sea should be comforting
But it makes me think that I'm drowning
Voices of people talking about me
"Who's that girl who's always so lonely?"
If only they knew how I really felt
If I tell my sad stories, would they melt?
I wonder why I keep on writing like this
Is it because I can't find pure bliss?
Everything seems so sad around me
Basically, It's all and everything I see
I think the world would be better
If my mind's not mine and it's another
So it wouldn't be running the way it is
In a depressing, dark and lonely maze
