as i became older i started to get tired of this routine
what am i doing this for?
the only reason not to break is the rest of my family
i wonder if they are feeling same for me
but then one day when i was out in the town i noticed every one around is kind of happy
i couldn't understand what is so great about this pointless life
but then i met those who became my friends
at first sight they understood there's something wrong with me
so they tried to cheer me up, willing to help
the days passed by, i started to see them more often
after a while i realised my friendship is something strong enought to keep me afloat
even with my heavy heart, heavy enough to sink everyone around me