What do I do?
Where do I go?
Whom should I consult?
Why do peeps insult?
Why am I lost?
How much did my soul cost?
What makes me so tired?
What was it that I desired?
Sigh sigh. But why sigh?
Gosh! Am I again high?
High on insomnia
Perhaps it’s hypersomnia
Darn, I followed my inner voice
I thought it was the only choice
And you, like always, I pushed away
Not long after you first said Hey!
Now there’s no hope, no ray
Maybe now I should pray
And then again dwell in despair
The damage I’ve caused is beyond repair
My life is like the dust on shelf
I’m again losing my torn self
To find it dead at the other end
To find it dead at the other end.