Will I ever be, in a place where we
Who suffer, who's hurt, who's weary, unhappy
Hoping to be in a place called Nirvana;
where hearts are free, free from worries,
sadness and gloominess, where I could have a
peace and quiet, where I could fill myself, no not broken-
stomach open, butterflies flying
away from my body that has been inhabited by monsters,
nightmares and problems; Haunted.
So long, I feel like I could die, no one tells their dreams,
Hopeful dreams, moments where we could
just lay in that perfect place, instead woke up crying
MY SOUL IS DYING.
Actually, I wanna tell you my dreams of longingness, but it's very dark inside.
There's no guarantee that my life would get better, after all these.
What is now, will be what it should be.
Constant and steady.
So just leave me. Let me, lay in here, but don't hold me.
But, make me feel like I'm not losing my mind, like I don't have a hole in me.
They will keep looking for me, so hide me, let me, hide on a place I call Nirvana, for this is the only glint of hope that's left in me.
5 minutes more, last 2 minutes, until all time's left is gone.
Yes, I will run I won't stop. Just let me rest, and find Nirvana once in a while.
Just give me this.
I will fight, I will endure it all.
There's still a fire inside, just a bit, won't touch the walls.
So let my thoughts of Nirvana stand, for it is mine.
