I think it's a case of hypertensiveness,
Or rather due to hypersensitiveness,
Don't know why I am hopeless before the whistle,
I think my life is unpredictable as if it is a riddle,
Nobody to talk, nobody to care,
Nobody to walk with, nobody to share,
Why everybody is busy in this never ending loop of competition,
All of them have a support behind, but what about my situation?
These March holidays are even more tiring,
The morning tests my patience,
The days tests my intelligence,
The wait increases the weight of this heart as if they are directly proportional,
Some say you are so outspoken and some say that you are too emotional,
Come dear, let's sit and talk for an hour or so,
You'll listen mine, I'll listen yours.......


© RHYTHM