We might have diverse feelings towards the end of the day. It has been a great job anyway to overcome the battles in your head.
Number 1
I'm freaking scared of the possibilities that I might be right,
There's something wrong with me,
I can't forgive and understand myself,
Tears start falling at night then secretly hug my own self.
Maybe there's a reason for everything,
But I can't find the exact reason to be positive at all,
Seems like my life is just a game,
Can't help it but question everything.
It might be hard for me to deal with it,
But knowing the fact it's not normal at all,
The only thing I would like to see sufficiently is myself,
Getting better from trying so hard beating this battles.
Every single day seems like a cell full of pain and sufferings,
Can't able to distinguish between the good or bad things about to happen,
The only thing I can think of a way is just bearing all the aspects of life,
Being able to do the right thing, but not exactly right at all.
Number 2
I don't know why people keep on telling me those words,
I don't know what's the real reasons,
I don't know if its real or just fake,
I don't know who going to trust.
Number 3
That kind of happiness,
Will be part of our memories,
We have different stories,
And now ill face this loneliness.
Number 4
I felt tired, but there was no respite,
I felt great but still, there's emptiness,
I couldn't think any nifty,
Cause awful things began to happen.
Number 5
When the sun shines above my head,
I'm reminded of not being dead,
Rumors spread easily,
And you think I'm silly?
False info made me a little queasy,
It won't make me flimsy,
Oh, come on! I'm not stupid not to know everything,
And I'm not a dimwit person to just leave you with that senseless thing.
