Zonked, finally to home
At late in evening I slouch
And started to put the key to the lock
That lock didn't obey
It didn't opened
This life is hard sometimes
It will put to think
When you try something
And still is left outside
Continuously
Messsage came, it told
That the cyclicals was now in that way
That I had no coming back to home
I see, so I'd get to swallow
No home, no boyfriend
I shouldn't have to rely on this
refrain:
It will put to think
When you try something
And still is left outside
You can't come in
It starts to make you laugh
When you learn to notice
That everything disappears
In due course
It happens, c'est la vie
I think and then sneak away
It's useless to cry here
Raging would be futile