Dear Guys,
Not that I wake up right everyday, my heart and mind are fatigued
Not that I don’t have problems, I have plenty just that, you can’t see
You are blinded by hatred that makes you wish the worst for me
Do you know that though I am sinking I just appear to be happy and glee
I am no happier than you pls don’t misunderstand
But I stretch myself like a rubber band
One day I will snap and break into two
Then don’t sympathise and say you had no clue
Wish well live well
