I don’t wanna be sitting here at 4 o’clock in the morning
Or be my tear that has seemingly left home,
I don’t wanna spend my life amidst the paranoid yawning
Or be spinning, falling and falling alone,
Why am I so dissatisfied well its properly due to the pressure’s
Of which we are finding,
Today in this time I feel life is blinding, blinding me from the truth
Within the truth they are hiding is the cure
Broken down in agony Im just trying to find a friend
For medicinal and trustworthy purpose,
Broken down in agony Im just trying to find a mend
For I do believe I don’t deserve this time and time again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem