Nuisance of heart.
I have problems at my work place
I have problems in finding my soul
I have problems with my weight
But I have nobody to talk to
But I have nobody to turn to
Maybe I’ll walk away from this place
But where will I walk to?
Even if I walked away,
Will it bring me happiness, will it bring me joy?
I don’t know
I just don’t know
The burden is just too much.
shit. again, sobs. i’m such a weak and a lowlife bastard.
