What a day of frustration it was
An eccentric masterpiece on stained canvas
And tho I like rains,
Seems like heaven poured me so much pains
I tried to be chill when
Regrets tried to haunt me again
1, 2 or 3 years ago
Dead end. I couldn't go
Still remember lines of disappointments
In their tired, disgusted faces
As I put my head down,
I knew I won "Ms. Miserable" crown
"It'll be fine. If not, just know it will"
An everyday lie of my mastered field
And if gets harder, more pressure pressing over me
I will repeat a cycle of negative positivity
Because if not,
What will I got?
I have to be strong
I will be strong
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
What a day of frustration it was
An eccentric masterpiece on stained canvas
And tho I like rains,
Seems like heaven poured me so much pains
I tried to be chill when
Regrets tried to haunt me again
1, 2 or 3 years ago
Dead end. I couldn't go
Still remember lines of disappointments
In their tired, disgusted faces
As I put my head down,
I knew I won "Ms. Miserable" crown
"It'll be fine. If not, just know it will"
An everyday lie of my mastered field
And if gets harder, more pressure pressing over me
I will repeat a cycle of negative positivity
Because if not,
What will I got?
I have to be strong
I will be strong
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