On my death bed,
beside the window of past,
time has come, farewell.
Wasn't such a beautiful day to die,
though coffee was fairly enough,
a satisfying breakfast would be a nice goodbye.
These Entangled moments, threaded,
knotted by each one,
reminding me of their smile.
I found no goodness ,
nor any vice
cant love myself
tried hating my self thrice
I'm a hell of obscene
just bored of this world, not displeased
there's no one to remember nor to be seen.
Dreamt of having lunch with the one
teach me to love my self so I may love you
I was the meadows, and you were the Sun
Saw pictures of past and now,
Nostalgia kept bugging around
Tell me that was happy me somehow.
I found no goodness ,
nor any vice
cant love myself
tried hating my self thrice
Self-diagnosed depression,I must say
scrolling through feed
a happy kid in the park makes my day
Dinner is just as pale
no one is in my mind,
eyes are going stray.
in my shoes,
feet have gone numb
i surely need some booze
I found no goodness ,
nor any vice
cant love myself
tried hating my self thrice
