
Does it look that I’m so bad?
Coz I claim for s’thing I never had
My skull thunders like mad
Coz my heart is always sad
Morning noon & night time too
All I do is think of you
Before life discard me ever
Will you know what I do?
My life has come to a stop
The oxygen I breathe polluted me
I wonder what could pull me on
The remedy of you that I can see
What for me is happiness?
No materials or gifts can be
If you fumble in your soul
You’ll find the answer for me
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