I could have think of hundred of ways to motivate me,
And ways that could probably excite me,
But none of them really pull me from this bed of despair,
Repair a broken heart or probably go on a retreat somewhere.
Why the fuck I am here?
I feel a waste of space in this rolling sphere.
Everyone told me that I will get better,
I ask them, When and how? Because right now I am bitter
I hate knowing that everything right now is so gray
No colors or light, Fuck!! I am so disarray
You all called this Love? What a shitty feeling!
I will never see love because I just stopped believing.