there is no exit in this world
for me to confess my true words
rage i hold it within my soul
at times i cannot control
what's the point of breathing in this world
when being here is what i sad and fear
every day it is almost repeating
feelings trapped in my heart and
cry and suffer myself to sleep
so many past incidents that i overcome
anyone can just reach and pull me up
from this reality or just a mystery dream
trapped in the middle of a distant stare
i have prayed that i had free from sadness
for this grief that was filling in me
everywhere i walk and turn
it seems to be a dead end
there is no exit in this world
for me to confess my true words
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