Walking down the lonely path
All I hear is the chirps of birds
The rustling is leaves
And my footsteps
Don't know where to start from
Don't wanna throw a tantrum
Is this a kinda syndrome?
My brain growing numb
My cloudy sky
My dim sun
My bored expression
My teary eye
Looking at the sky
I see stars twinkling at me
Wishing me to hope for better
But my hope is starting to wear off
The stars hearing my thoughts
*sighed*
Retracing my steps
To where I came from
