Regret follows my bitten nails
But on exam nights, that’s the only way,
To focus on my forsaken goal
Because I am an ordinary soul.
I laugh even when I don’t get the joke
And I get it later, when I’m having a coke.
While thinking all that I run into a pole
Because I am an ordinary soul.
My friend hates me ‘cause I hate Justin Bieber
My brother hates me too (I don’t like football either!)
I sleep on my bed, crooning to ‘Poets of the Fall’
Because I am an ordinary soul.
I look at people doing so well.
In my brain, I think,”What the hell!”
What, in this world, is really my role?
And,why am I such an ordinary soul?
Should ‘love’, I think, be deep or wide?
In ‘life’ I think, should we follow or guide?
Or should we just laugh, and rock and roll?
And what’s so wrong, in being an ordinary soul?