I really feel that life is meaningless.
Everything, anything has to be my fault.
Bad things would always fall on me.
Sometimes i would wonder why.
But sometimes i feel lucky.
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with the world?
What's wrong with everyone?
How i wish i'm like a pen ink,
slowly disappering.
Nobody knows how i feel.
So lonely and cold.
Everybody thought i'm strong.
But i'm the weakest among all.
I don't want to be this.
Tell me what should i do?
No ones there to catch me when i fall.
Who knows, when i'm crying?
Who knows, when my blood is dripping?
God knows, god saw but he couldn't do anything.
I've got thousands to say. But to whom i say?
All my thoughts and feelings are all bottled up.
How i hope, one day i would open all the cap.
So god, tell me what should i do?
I'm always the one listening, consoling
But who listens to me? When i realise my mistakes.
Everything is gone.
I would always be consious in every step i take.
I don't want to drop into the pond of water
But to only look at it and walk away..