I cry and cry, and cry again
and smiled and laughed, and died in vain
I know for sure, the things I want
They're out of reach, I hate the sun
I like the rain, I like the clouds
I like my room, I hate my doubts
I want to have, a lil more control
I never do, I dun have goals
Cos if I do, den I'm not doing
Anything, to get me there
Life's not grooving, it's a bitch
I hate myself, for repeating it
I like to ramble, I like to cry
I like to see, the day I die
The reactions around, what are they like
I'm nonsensical, I like to be
It's liberating, can't you see