Opinions,
Knives impaling frail muscles.
Their weight becomes,
Much to cumbersome.

She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I did not want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I didn’t want to be one.
She christened me a sailor.
I realized how useful knots could be.

I did all the drugs
And I drank at the pubs
And I fought in the lots
And I ran from the cops
And I did everything
They tell you that you shouldn't do

But now I'm diagnosed
Cause my heart's end is close
Cause it's growing way thicker
And it's making me sicker
Genetically inclined
To die before my time

They sent me to church
Because I'm in the lurch
Told me I should pray
'Fore my life goes away
And I prayed really hard
That they would just go *******

But now I'm lying in bed
And my heart's full of lead
My pulse has gone stagnant
And my thoughts are jagged
Would I change a thing?
No, no, not for you!

Honestly. I'm tired of hearing it. Who are you? What are you going to do in life? How will you make your mark? What will you amount to?
That's not a real career. Have you thought about something else as a more practical career? You won't succeed.

How can I think freely if all my thoughts are full of holes? Everyone nitpicking them until they no longer exist, what's the point of even trying?
How can I succeed if everyone pushes me back into my bubble? What am I supposed to do if I can't even leave? No one expects me to leave, either.

How am I supposed to get anywhere if I'm surrounded by high expectations? What am I supposed to accomplish? I can't get anywhere today. The bar's too high. All I can do is complain. Is this really all I can do? It's so... awful. It's a bother. It's a nuisance. I hate it. What am I meant to be?

And where were you when I needed you the most.
As I was wrenching on the floor -- pleading with my ghosts.
When my burden was too much, when I looked in your direction.
Nothing but the wind I felt, and the cold tear of rejection.

We expect kindness from god,
We expect love from our close ones,
We expect care from our friends,
We expect time from our children,
We expect respect for everyone,
We expect the return of what we have given may it can be love, money, care, respect or family,
But sometimes we also do expect sympathy,
Why do we expect sympathy?
Or,
Why do we have so many expectations.
It is said that don't expect anything from anyone till your last breath
Because expectations from anyone will give you the biggest threat of life,
But don't know why do we expect!
Expectations makes people weak and sad.
Sometimes it brings tears in someone's eyes,
But then also we have lot of expectations don't know why?
We know it hurts to expect something from someone but then also we can't help it.

The sun is as bright as it could be
Stars shines bright that lit up the night sky
There's a moon that guiding the moon streets
And a road beneath the darkness; no one knows

I have gathered all my acquaintances
Just to see if anyone knows me
I have gathered everyone and ask to choose their paths
But no one matches for me

Now that I'm alone
I decided to make a paradise
In that paradise with things I want
But with things I expect

I make that paradise to make myself happy
And thought everyday was a happy day
And didn't care for anything else
Just thinking everything can be mine

As far as I remember
I include things that I expect
And end up being hurt
Because expectation doesn't end our satisfaction

Here in my paradise
As long as I stay
I receive pain big time
In a reality that no one wants to stay beside me