Under the bus stop roof
I sat with one leg over the other
Which made me comfortable to sit
Since It was cold around here
The sun light to ready pierce through the cloudy sky
Motorbikes, cars and buses
All of them rushing in this morning
With all the noisy horns and vehicles passing
My mind was super silent and lonely
Thinking of an answer for what I've been through
I wasn't waiting for any bus
Rather I was waiting for my mind to decide
What shall be done with all my confusions
All the lies that I've been telling the world
I know it's going to **** me.