I start to ask … what is the meaning of life?
I start to wonder, to whom my life is meaningful?
I start to guess… I need to experience more life
But, what kind of life it should be?
I used to think many things… keeping my mind busy
But lately, I feel so empty inside… that I refuse to think
I almost forget how to love someone
How to miss
And how to feel sad
‘Cause what I feel inside, everything is frozen
I smile, because I have to be friendly
I laugh, because I feel something should be laughed at
I care, because I think it is something should be taken care of
I do something, because I think I have to do it
And deep inside, I know…
That’s not life
That’s the art of pretending
People refuse to see the sadness, that’s what I notice
- including me, perhaps-
When I hear something bad, I know it is something to be sad at
But no tears came down
I just feel much emptier
I do wonder why I didn’t cry
Frankly saying, I start to find out…
I’m interested in nothing
Even stop hoping something
Is that what life should be?
It’s not, is it?
‘Cause I thought life would be more beautiful than that
More colorful, lively
Once I took courage,
To get close with love
It wasn’t too nice to find out
What a complicated world it has
It wasn’t too nice to know the truth
That one day I should ask, ‘please quit playing game with my heart’
It wasn’t a nice role
To act as if no scratch in my heart
I miss the time I laugh because I do feel happy
I miss the moment when I get excited into something
I miss... the 'living' me
God,,, please send me an angle