Sitting alone on a blue bench
just infront of our front porch
nothing to do, nowhere to go
with a pen on my right hand
a white paper lying on my lap
and a million of blank thoughts
racing and draining my mind
too tired to write about love
too numb to write about pain
I cannot write anything at all
There is no rhymes flowing in
Today is just another boring day
I wish tomorrow won't be this way
