A person who can be used.
Reused and refused and misused.
Does his living make any difference?
Absence, presence, are just bitterness.
An idiot who is good for nothing at all,
Is pounding his head as a ball on wall.
Day after day, there's no new story to say.
What happened today, would happen tomorrow as it happened yesterday.
Am willing to scream, am willing to shout.
Am no more in doubt, I've ended this bout.
I have had enough punches, from the satiricals,
Even the ones vocals, and the ones locals..
I have no idea what has happened to me,
I can't see, i can't believe, happy i can't be.
This unhappiness, this loneliness,
This helplessness, this depressedness..
Enough of this Temple Run,
I feel done, completely done. I am done.
I wish i don't survive this.. I'm fed up.