I am sick of crying
Having sheded rivers, I am sick of crying
still I couldn’t stop, am just growing sicker.
In this insane world, where nothing makes a difference
it wasn’t a sanest choice to cuddle love
This too shall pass and yeah, that did
this too shall pass, but when?
Neither it was easy to live, shutting the doors,
Nor to die, leaving them open.
With no one to rely and none left to trust,
all aloof in this world, I have to live the rest
Drawing the knees towards my chest,
burying my face, I perish
And now, I can’t dance and it’s too wet to plow
Having sheded rivers, I still cry.