Is it just a matter of time?
Does the gloom turns to bloom?
Does the pain turns to gain?
The mystery of life to be revealed
By nothing, but itself

Copious thoughts inside the head
Each thought mutating into a question
The mind doing a valiant effort for the answers
While the heart screaming as all the effort is unavailing

Addiction appears to be a benediction   
But nevertheless it's a malfunction
Leading to dejection creating devastation
And getting out of it is beyond imagination

What has changed?
Are those the things?
Or else is it you?
If not is it me?

I really don't know
I want to burst out
Although I did it many times
I feel like to do it again and again

I wish I knew what has changed
And I wish I knew why too

You might want to flee away somewhere
To a place where no one is aware
But still living in a world where people care
You have no right to make your people roar