Biting my nails
Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking in the depth of songs like I don’t have any work
My faith and hope have turned into dust, it’s around me but I can’t catch it.
Some people come into your life change it and vanish
Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking into feeling like I don’t have metaphors
I am angry with a poet, who wrote about their loved ones but one day he vanishes. I wonder what I am left with except a few words. Metaphors.
Words which I dwindle upon, I am choking on words like they are stuck down my throat.
I tried, i tried to puke but didn’t work
Biting my nails, biting my nails, sinking into a pit of pain where there is no escape, restlessness is stuck to me, at least it’s adhered with me like my bestie. didn’t leave me
I have a complaint from a poet, who didn’t write his last words, left unfinished sentences with me with a smiling stamp. I can’t I can’t complete your holy words.
Didn’t I confess yes I fell in love with a poet
So can this poet stop playing games with me?
Please don’t become another star in the sky,
The sky is already lightened I need you I need you here with me on earth
Biting my nails, i still wonder