Though I have it all
And it's all fun in the sun,
I can't shake this feeling in me
Where I am left with almost none.
Though I have a shoulder to cry now
The tears seem to deceive me.
Later, when I do want to cry,
Who knows where we'll be?
Though the bonds are getting stronger
Somewhere it is incomplete
Because the doubts are raging forward
And I am not able to compete.
Though there are memories that I'd cherish
Forever and more indeed
There is always a darkness inside me
Within which I tend to seep
Where I am filled with thoughts that spell
Nothing but uncertainty
And I always end up with the question
What will the world say, if I leave?
