I'm stuck to the chair,
Books dont like me, I feel Red
Tears have dried,
my true friends all have died
No degree, no money
no girl, life is no fun
I got nothing to do
Just stare at the meaningless sun
Cant step outta the house,
Everyone asks what do you still do??
"Please excuse me, I've caught flu"
I stare my palm, I've married bad luck
Frustration tells me, it all sucks!
My friends gone ahead, some engineer,
some doctors and ofcourse many CA's
I'm still trying my different ways,
Different ways to still be happy, to be free..
Different ways to face the already succeeded
There lies the door ahead, which bleakly I can see
There's only hope and that's
what keeps me going..
I see myself green, yellow and blue,
there was horizon, beyond which I flew..
The time is what I'm waiting for,
The door to be unlocked I'm waiting for,
Future beyond the door is I'm waiting for
I can smell the finish line, all I know
I'm not that too far..
