I don't feel anything
It is like I'm in a booth of trying
However, my heart is shivering
In a place of dying
I never lived like any other people
Because in the end, I always fall
For the possibility of being success,
How come no one even bother to rest?
As I am out of breath,
Here comes the man named, "Death"
He looked at me with a threat
He held my heart with a scythe
And he said, "What is with you that people still love?"
I blinked so many times, not believing that.
I replied, "Is it true or you are just testing?"
And he said, "You don't see but that is what I'm seeing."
That moment, I beg for another life
But Mr. Death didn't granted me that last time
How can I not see those people?
That's because all my life, I am a fool.