Accustomed to being forgotten-
that's my immaturity
Trauma arising from my doubts.
What is the reason I'm alive?
Like a mudfish, some parts,
Unfortunately make me miserable.
I just wanna sing
Or else I'll be more trapped in my trauma.
My mind has become impoverished-
Deeper and deeper,
I can't even find myself.
Where is the end to this trauma?
I don't even know,
I need a hand to hold.
