Sometimes, I want to lock my heart away
So no feelings, sympathy or thought pushes through
I want it ebbed
Sometimes I want to fade
I ask life, what do you have for me?
Sometimes I want to run wild and frolic not giving a flinch at any bedlam
Sometimes I want to scurry out of life
I wish the night never comes
I wish the swerving cold brushes the tears off my face and leave...