- Bored.

Like a deep coma

My days passes

Like a wave

They come and go

And nothing makes difference

They say I look happy

But they know I’m just depressed

I tried to make a song

And I already made ten

Still trying to figure out

Why I did this?

If the one who I want to sing it

Is not here

Why I did this?

If I know no one will hear it

And even if there's someone

Even with everything on my hands

Even if someone hear my song

I will still be bored

Because, you know

My boredom is called depression.

And doesn't matter what I do

And doesn't matter what you do

And doesn't matter where I am

And you can be by my side

And we could be bored together

Because, you know

I know the things

And I know suicide is not a choice

Not even an option

So my only option is to be bored.