They have soulmates,
I have pain in my sorrow.
How happy they look,
When will my pain go away?
I prayed for the happiness,
Every time I have something to hold onto,
Just like a blink of an eye,
All is lost like that.
I never asked to be a good guy but,
My destiny is for bad or worse,
My heart pops with blood in pain,
Even my tears leak blood.
Am I really losing myself?
Or my life is meant to be a place of sorrow,
Everything I touch becomes messy,
I prayed for long happiness but,
All never last at all.
I noticed that being good from heart,
Never helps in this world but,
What is the point of gaining the world and,
Lose yourself?
Bleeding heart like a tap,
Pouring water into a container,
Nothing seems pure intentions from it but,
No good intentions help,
If lies in the only way to communicate.