Conflict
When our smiles are melting,
When our cryings are evaporating,
When we deliberately want someone to step into our kingdom,
When we want to recover our minds from being in boredom,
When our screaming never touch the ears of society,
When our story never be listened to the consoling individuality,
Then we all call it depression,
But we never step forward for cutting down the obsession.
When our cryings are evaporating,
When we deliberately want someone to step into our kingdom,
When we want to recover our minds from being in boredom,
When our screaming never touch the ears of society,
When our story never be listened to the consoling individuality,
Then we all call it depression,
But we never step forward for cutting down the obsession.