How have you been my friend?
It’s been months since I haven’t gotten back to you.
You seemed to have survived, in the drought nights of our lives.
I’m sorry I was that moody and only comes to you when I’m lonely.
But life hasn’t really been that “ohh soooo fine”,
I just had to stop whining once in a while.
I came to you in despair, hoping and longing to be heard.
In a world like ours today, nobody really cares what you say,
for as long as you keep your mum in the hay.
Here I am today, trapped in a 4-walled cubicle,
waiting for time to pass by, waiting for rain to fall down again.
I know I keep waiting for everything. But what can I do?
I’m trapped in this life, neither do I know where to go!