The time has come to say goodbye, To another teachful year of my life. Ending are not always happy and so is my, Expected a lot of happiness but received only grief. They say the ones who live strong are the ones that live long, What about those who are buried under the burden of the mob? Many like me express their view in a dance, comedy or song, Because it is what helps them express the reason for their sob. Thinking of the times when I used to be Jolly, To today where I am a big fat arrogant arse. To the time when I used to sing happy songs and dance like a rolly, To today where I'm lost treasure very very sparse. Sometimes I think why am I wasting my talent, For I was born to rule and Yes I shall do. So once again I took some courage on rent, Picked my pen and wrote this Year like a woo. I think that there is an Emperor inside of all, Resting in its cist waiting to be called. The key is nothing but your souls call, To stop wasting talent and break yo
Crying and shouting I sat in a corner, Cursing my fate I guess I was born to be a mourner. Nothing that I wished had ever come true, I was living like a thrown away hopeless corkscrew. I seeked to find peace and some happiness in life, But failure was my soulmate and sadness my wife. Thinking of why not end this life I met someone, She picked me from the hell and brought me to heaven. Her talk was sweet and voice like a song of a koyal, My personality changed from a beggar to someone royal. I used to dress up like a star to impress her to the fullest, But who knew she was Brutus and would stab me in the chest. I definitely thought it was the end of my life, So finally I gathered courage and cut myself with knife.