I don't know why
They swindle but I feel shy
Stumbling around their banalities
I often fell down and cry.
I don't know why
And what good for these scrambled thoughts
A wobbling mind with rumbling thoughts
So I whisk with empty mind and taut nerves.
I don't know why
People change with no regret
May be this is what I ought to get
Sometimes candy, sometimes pain.
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