Sometimes why do I feel less of myself
Drunk in anger, lost and irritation
This world always feel small and meaningless
But still I break myself from my own action

I feel so weak and ready to be defeated
Fatigue in whole body and connected with decay
Why does it feel like I am dispersed in darkness
With my balance hanging which I am unable to weigh

It kills me from inside without leaving any proof
It makes me forget and don't know who I am now
I don't know how much I have fallen
But if I would want to come back, I don't know how

It destroys the pleasure of losing
As it has become my habbit
Everytime I try to cope up
my destiny runs away like rabbit