To and fro it run through my vein,
Black in colour in place of red,
Just to make my soul journey along sorrow,
My body was soaked in tears but not of Joy,
Behold, I bought nothing but toy of sorrow of the mall.
The day my joy was stained by a bit of sadness,
The day my glory was turned into worry,
The day my happiness wave at me in a lorry,
The day the Chorus sang unto me was Sorry!
Near me not, You fake comforters,
That cried with me, later sneer in darkness,
For with you, Blood of pain flows in despair,
Not to anywhere but to my plain heart.
Blood of pain,
Drive me, always in sane.
Beat me with cane of pain,
Never gave me a sugary pain.
Pain pill of my rain and drain my rain!
*Sir_HighJustice*