Flying Mind
Im not a light, nor a torchlight Im not white, just any dark colours I enough to know something wrong, Im teenager now I enough to know what’s make me enjoy I enough to know what’s make me jerk I enough to know what’s make me shocked I enough to know what’s make me hurt… That’s the reason why do I chose to silent Why do I tried to write, despite you suspected me the way Why do I cried all night long Why do I chose to walk alone on this world Why do I chose to hate everything beside me Have you ever feel that your life make you nauseated? Have you ever feel that your presence just make the other’s life in disorder? Have you ever think to do a suicide? Have you ever think to thrown by to the hell? Have you? Any one can’t make me feel joy Any one can’t make me feel satisfied I’ve been trying not to speak or tell anything But this wound pain in my heart can’t stop my tears In that way, the tears told what I can’t say But no one kn