No more will to fight No more will to strive For what i really care for No more strength left in store I’m all but drained All those feeling restrained Are comming back to me, what have i gained By caging them? By playing the stoic game Nothing but being framed as a fool I tried to look cool But it backfired But damn i’ve wired Myself to play that game forever I know thaat it’s not clever Of me but what’s done is done And it’s exhausting me, it ain’t no fun But can i go back And crack Joke like a normal person? No! That phase is long gone I think that that game’s getting to me though Cause i almost feel no more Yet i feel drained as hell Might as well yell But i can’t even do that Well i can but i can’t So i choose to dance In this auto-pilot mode -yakaa: jujaan(back after a long time)
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.