I can’t rest at night,
Even when life is fine,
And I can enjoy the test of time,
I wonder often,
Why I live this life,
And why I want a wife,
I just want to be alone,
And just be able to breath,
And no drama in the end,
I lived on my own,
I often wonder, can I grow,
Old on my own?
How often I thought,
About killing myself,
In the end I would end,
Up hurting myself,
This feeling grows old,
But the pain remains strong,
To this story I am sold.
