Take me to the saddest sight
Where all people wanted to die
And write their poems in
Cursive writing and flaunting style
I wanna be one of them too
Who can shrug their shoulder
One or two times when they
Knew what's happening in life
All of my painted sheets
Turned into blood Red
When I got to know
The evil cruelty sinister
Shit that you became
Blood Red
Blood Red
You killed my thinking like a poet
Trapped inside of body
Who seems to be confused
Psychology or management
What should I choose
Or should I leave everything behind?
The poets are calling me
There to reach the place
Where we can see the lake
And write about melodrama shit
All of my painted blues
Turned into red
Someone please explain
How do you dare
To even put me out of a box
I need mind to think again
My muses and clues are unfair
I gave signs like a poet
Now I'm alone in the rent