When I feel too little,
Like I'm not enough.
I remember that bitter,
Taste of love.
When I feel too tired,
Like I've been drained.
I remember the fire,
Of those better days.
Worthy or unworthy
Of being healthy and well.
Who cares? I'm alive,
As any fool can tell.
Yet,
Why am I quite lucky,
In an unlucky world?
And I still complain,
Am I that immature?
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
When I feel too little,
Like I'm not enough.
I remember that bitter,
Taste of love.
When I feel too tired,
Like I've been drained.
I remember the fire,
Of those better days.
Worthy or unworthy
Of being healthy and well.
Who cares? I'm alive,
As any fool can tell.
Yet,
Why am I quite lucky,
In an unlucky world?
And I still complain,
Am I that immature?