I'm in so much pain my heart bleed.
Looking out the window, dry leaves fall.
The new beginning comes with challenging thoughts.
Am I alone feeling lost?
With mind wanders, my shoulders felt a million pounds.
Will the sun rise again, I doubt.
How do birds feels flying so freely?
When wind blow their faces, will they be happy?
I am tired... I am tired.
I hope I'm not saying it this many times.
Candle burns and exist no more.
Sometimes I wish I'm not here at all.
Gripping fears, ugly baggage.
Since when does life turn so damaged?
Dreaming of better days, dreaming of brighter sky.
Will I live to see, or will I be willing to die?
