Riding a night bus with classic songs,
I've reached under the river. (Again)
Sick for being obedient,
My hostility (zombie) is reaping me . . .
Rather pleading,
I would let myself bleed to death.
CONSOLATION, abstract noun I hate the most!
Ready to give,
But sick to seek.
They screamed,
Of course use substituted word, "REALISTIC"
I choke with my own destiny . . . . .
Am I the person who dreamed too far?
Just let everything keeps in my DIARY.
If I don't believe in ghost story,
I would rather live alone.
If I don't believe in the fate,
I would rather leave my hope.
If I don't believe in . . . . .
I thought . . .
I've just wanted the things that I couldn't get.
This and these and many many more . . .
It's so pathetic for crying days,
For the hypocritical future ways . . .
Drowned!
I was just a stone (in the river . . . )
"B.S."
