Standing forlorn
Under the roof, I observed, I spoofed
Spoofing the world around, mocking the two faced people bound
“Its better to be alone, then being bound with those hypocrites” I preferred being myself all the way around
The silent tears that passed, that mourning, desperate longing I managed to mask
It made the noise, noise to change the way things were bound to stay
Rebellious to change, blaming the things all way
I managed to drop that mask
Joyful, happy, I was surrounded with people all cool
Aah! The careless laughs I had, the bliss I felt
“The world isn’t too bad, afterall” I was surely convinced of that
But did I lean too much on them, did I loose myself on the way
The irritability I feel sometimes, now I want to be forlorn again!
