Morning and empty.
Easy ways, sweet nothing.
Serenely the same.
No true wish satisfied.
What else can I wait for?
What else can I wait when all I'm doing is only waiting?
It's what happens when I let it go,
when I'm so coward.
Sometimes I can realize how stupid I am,
an smart stupid nerd in secundary roles,
completely alone, by the way,
following circular footsteps.
Unfortunately, living is still a worry.
When will I get over this?
I need an environment, I know.
Oh, who will come to rescue me?