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i feel, everything is getting really pointless.
am i trying to hard to get something?
when i thought this is, at least, how it's suppose to be.
i'm feeling really ugly at this point of time.

how am i feeling deep within me?
maybe i need time off to meditate.
i need my time alone, but when can it be?
i'm afraid, afraid that i would just pour everything into tears.
i don't want it to be that way, it doesn't feel right.

i feel really helpless, not that i don't want to share.
it just that, i don't even really know how am i feeling.
i think i need a long break.
but how long will that be before i could have one?

i'm feeling really tired and sick of these.
it's so not me anymore.
i'm like, a puppet being played in a opera.
life-less moving little thing.

i wish that i've loved you less.
so i wouldn't feel that worst if you like anyone.
no, you don't like anyone, i suppose.
but how certain am i?
i just don't quite really know.

if one day, what i'm thinking now turn out to be true, just how am i gonna accept it?
it won't be a nightmare, it's just a sad destiny that i'll have to go through.
but what can i complain about?
it's just a prank that fate is playing.
i've just got to surrender to it.

it's time to work it out and change.
i can do it, i must put efford in.