No other thing I could think of would be much better to let this out, but to cry.
To write or to cry, whatever it maybe,
all that matters is to let this strong feelings out.
Writing and crying is like synonyms for me.
Both ways can cleanse my feelings a bit.
I can't control myself on scribbling down words
about my exhaustion and burdens.
All the burdens that I'm probably going to carry through forever.
My fate is just the way it is, and I have no choice
so I have to make the best out of it.
I laugh insanely but deeply in the inside I'm crying.
I'm always hyper; my body doesn't get haggard,
but my feelings is getting tired.
I never wear a frown, but I'm secretly struggling inside.
You think that I have so much confidence, but I feel blue and odd
as if like I'm filled with indifference.
I don't understand why my life have to be this hard. It's pretty tiring
on keep on hoping that everything will change.
I get sick and tired on doing everything
just to make this inconsiderate life a little bit better than it actually is.
I want change desperately.
I don't get why my fate is like this. But I know that God loves me,
He has better plans for me, and that's all that counts