Sigh, no one to talk to but myself.
Maybe its time to wake up to reality.
No true friends what so ever, they all have their company.
At least misery has mine.

What to do?All i can talk to is myself.
Pain suffering, happiness, no one to share with, but myself.
No one will understand.

Trying to make myself laugh with comedys.
But as soon as it ends, i find myself so lonely.
Nobody to talk to, everyone's so busy themselves,
no one will be willing to listen to me.
So much things to share,
well it remain known to only me.

Maybe its time to return to reality.
One whole week of running.
Maybe its time i get back to doing whats good for myself.
In the end, no one waits for you.
You'll be left behind you if you stop in this rat race.
Ugly truth it may seem, thats the cruel reality that exist, something which is actually real.
Not lies.
Just facts.
Hurting.
But true.

Its about time i stop slacking around everyday.
Screwed up first term.
I don't want to waste any more time find the one.
They never exist, else in your dreams.
Material satisfaction may be all i need.
Love care concern?
Out of the question.
No one gives a fuck to how you are doing.
No money no talk.
How true.

This feels like a dream i need to wake up from.
Late it may seem but better than never.

Its time i set myself a plan.
To study.
Just for the sake of it.
For the sake of everyone.
Just for myself.

People are ever-changing, perspectives, feelings, everything.
But only results they are forever, something u can fall back on.
People are so unreliable,
The only one you can trust, is yourself.

In the end, its every man for himself.