One day, I’m staring at something,
Wind is blowing, caressing my skin,
Thinking something that’s bothering me,
Why in this world my lovelife’s empty.
Roses are red and I have a phone,
No one texts me, forever alone?
Am I a modern tranquil disease,
Invisible thing that nobody sees?
Despite everyone’s snobbish manner,
Deep in my heart is serene exposure,
Live my sober life for who I am,
God is my sentinel, my fate’ll come.
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