Life Coach Magazine
Succumbed to the pain
With nothing to gain
Tried hard to adjust
To live by this lust
Swept pass all seasons
With or without reasons
Never blinked an eye
Whether I live or I die
Smothered by fake expectations
Missed a lot of stations
Approached by several opportunities
All blown up by your soulless communities
Lived it enough, lived it all
Summer to winter, spring to fall
Past all the truhs and betrayals
I have painted this portrayal
Prayed every single moment
You can't stand my foment?
Sorry for being so dumb
I already feel so numb
Like the cuckoo sings
When it loses its wings
And now, time is to remind
This trust is already blind!