In my heart sank a grief,
No one to pamper my loneliness,
So I sat on this rocking chair,
Wandering nothingness!
Except for my recurring sighs,
Glaring aimlessly at the ceiling,
With some humming of tiny insects,
Eyes are forgetting how to blink,
The air stood deadly still,
Except for some rushing breeze,
All seems motionless,
Just the sound of sweeping leaves.
How I wish there's no brain,
Where I would not live to think,
No need for reality of life,
And be free of everything!
Life is just a hard breathing,
I wish time could just stood still,
So it can stop the worrying,
And lost the sense to feel!
Hoping to end this forsaken grief,
I close my eyes into darkness,
Wishing to stay happy with relief,
And with no end to happiness!
No one to pamper my loneliness,
So I sat on this rocking chair,
Wandering nothingness!
Except for my recurring sighs,
Glaring aimlessly at the ceiling,
With some humming of tiny insects,
Eyes are forgetting how to blink,
The air stood deadly still,
Except for some rushing breeze,
All seems motionless,
Just the sound of sweeping leaves.
How I wish there's no brain,
Where I would not live to think,
No need for reality of life,
And be free of everything!
Life is just a hard breathing,
I wish time could just stood still,
So it can stop the worrying,
And lost the sense to feel!
Hoping to end this forsaken grief,
I close my eyes into darkness,
Wishing to stay happy with relief,
And with no end to happiness!
