When can I be okay?
Will it be soon?
Or am I doomed to feel this gloom?
All eternity shall I lie in this tomb.
Bloom I can\'t, stuck in this room,
For whom shall I ask for help?
Fume and fume my life will fume!
I\'m ready to assume this is forever!
Presume me dead for soon I shall be.
The womb I wish I\'d never crawled out of!
Consume all this joy and happiness from me.
Put on a costume and never take off.
Do not exhume me, I wish to lay here!
Tunes and melodies have been disharmonious.
My life like a balloon, ready to boom!
Immune I wish I could be from all this negativity.
Entomb me in a sugary sweet coffin.
Strewn my body across the seven seas.
Noon to the rising of the moon every day,
Shall I hewn and destroy myself.
By June, I will be gone.