Mom, it’s fine,
I can go to heaven, even to hell instead.
I lived previously in lost love
Pestering my heart at young age.
Mind is in a cage ‘cause I lost my dad,
I know he is dead,
How can I live without his guidance?
I know as a boy,
Other has made me a toy.
For as introvert, I lack joy.
You raise me as foreigner,
Of cause you are women,
You can’t raise a real man,
I am praying with dead heart even GOD,
I am dude who shares interests out of joy,
Even success I had never made me happy,
I achieved distinctions,
But I am not happy.
At all my soul is deformed in misinformation
Of fearless life I previously had