Despondently huddled in my room
Darkness has put on weight to my gloom
Waited for your call was like a million years
As a matter of fact, you left me drown in my own tears
Nothing is going to be immaculate
My love for you, I don't want to desiccate
It is only nourished by me
Unrequited and I am bereft of confidence which builds me
Days are getting hopeless
Chances of being loved turned into despair
Tired of being emotional and loveless
Insanity is now slowly sending me to a devil's lair
Am I so internally weak?
I would like to tear and wreak
All those turmoil and depression
But it is like mutilating my own inspiration
As the music goes, my senses are filled with passion
The passion for our love that gives me sensation
Diverged into two, my mind can't decide what to do
I am squalid and confounded. What should I do?
It's murky bleak. I see silhouettes in this poignant scene
Abomination and damnation are things in my account of sin
How could I ever purge myself out of these grumpy circumstances?
Perhaps a penitent walk could clarify all the differences.
