soulles

Megan Joy was singing on my ears, so I’m rolling closer to turn her off.
I open my eyes and see d clock ticking without thinking to stand up.
Wondering where my soul is.

Not like 4 week ago when I already alert when the fray coming up.
I’m more exhausted than ever, even after I’m having my 24hours in bed.
Searching where my soul is.

How come they ask me for another 4 weeks?
Dealing with all stupid social life things.
Trying so hard to deal and not complaining. Trying so hard to give without receiving.
Trying so hard to keep the most faking smile I have on my face.
Searching for my soul in every corner and every face of that building.
Try to remain myself, why on earth I’m choosing to be here.

Finally I leave my bed. Wash my face and put the fake smile on.
They just have to take a good look at my face to see the smile look out all placed.
But if they look closer they will trace no emotion.
Cause I’m still looking where my soul is.

So once again, I make it this morning.
Move my body to do that duty.
Wishing I’ll find my soul in every breath I take.
Cause once again I fly away to that building.
Soulless…