I succeed to things I never did
and failed to those I spent my whole night with
it’s like I’m doing things which I’m not suppose to do
and too lazy to do those I should be doing to
well, I’m not really that dumb and lazy
it’s just that future scares the hell out of me
what if the life I was planning for me
isn’t the life He wanted for me?
what if every decision I make
is just like a water that fills out a lake?
a lake which I am so happy filling down
that ends up to be the lake
where I am suppose to drown.