As I sit in my room, with the lights turned off. I can't help but wonder about my mistakes aloft Maybe I unknowingly broke someone's heart Maybe I tried my best, but still fell apart Maybe the happiness I felt, was, but a lie Maybe when you feel alone, it's better to just cry
Because everyone understands, but no one feels
The crippling walls, which my heart has made of steel
To block off all the melancholic rhymes
But still sometimes, I can't help but cry.
And I wonder too, now and then,
If I tried, would I maybe be a better friend?
A better lover, a better son?
A better student, the better one?
But sadly, all I am now, is a person best left undone.
-Aditya Kumar
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