my heart fall sick
my world was insulated
staying in my small room
sunrise sunset, day after day
i feel cold here
a world of myself
my foot doesn't cure much
after all this while of rest
still the same
i don't feel good
i feel bad these days
i had slowly shut down myself
i stop being who i use to be
rainy days increase my blue
i'm now a melancholy
i can'f feel security
maslow theory pop out
all sort of problem occur
oh my oh my
the only time and place i feel safe
on my bed cover with blanket
hugging pillow and get ready to sleep
it's time to sleep
-the end-
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