My head rest against the soft pillow,
with that white ceiling glaring below;
dead of night at the sound of crickets,
I toss and turn into absolute discomfort
My heart unsettled,
My heart feeling restless;
Thoughts of fear and disdain;
In seeking a soul to match effortlessly
Cried wolf,
cried wolf.
Is my life bound by empty comments
only to give me struggles and torments
and not able to safely sleep soundly
Is it the sounds of whisper from crowds,
or is it my sin-bound heart that drew them out;
the feelings of unworthy that drowns
that feeds me pain and disillusioment
Will I know if I made myself foolish?
Will she open up to share her love,
or cut me dry to leave me out of misery;
either way i want loneliness than love
My tomorrows may come,
my actions will be undone;
for now I want to be rest assured;
that my heart will not feel pressured.
No longer.
Written by Bob Ooi
