Sickness
Today my feelings are a bit strange
But I cannot tell the reason why
Like there is some suffering on the way
But not knowing what kind of disease
Above my head the orange light of the California sun
But in my pocket there are only black tangerines
I still have a blue kind of feeling
Please don’t ask me why
I really want to speak up
But there is nothing left to say
I only hate myself
For not escaping the blues
Maybe I am just a worthless little worm
Condemned for dreaming too much
The leaves used falling to verify autumn
But I am still in a slumber, unable to wake
Are you willing to be a hero
Or do you want to let go?
The day is bright
Overcast by darkening clouds
All the ways led by the rays became dead ends
What kind of hero do you want to be?
I can see you are only a pawn
Today when I wake up, my head hurts
No matter how many phials of medicine I took
It’s no use
My feelings are strangely subdued
It’s best to stay as far away from me as you can
Outside the orange light of the California sun
But I stay in my own lonely black hole
I only have a very small request
And that’s to ask you to leave me alone
