I feel alone, when people surround.
Everyone enjoys, I'm getting ground.
My mind gets stuck, body feel pain.
Demise is apex, that soul wanna attain.
I don't know, what's happening to me.
I'm feeling alone, everyone feels glee.
My soul cries everyday, by looking surround.
Everyone enjoys, I'm getting ground.

Crying soul asks, who rewards death.
polluting air wants, to snatch my breadth.
And I want everyone to be my surround.
Everyone enjoys, I'm getting ground.

I get borne, responsibilities get created.
Everything what I do, people wanna rated.
I cries alone, no matter who surround.
Everyone enjoys, I'm getting ground.



© Stupor Osama