That kind morning I awoke and received age twenty from the courier,
I perceived to be a fully grown up, trapped in euphoria.
But the cruel night, whips and doesn't let me sleep ever since.
I puke all my tears every night,
emptying my cup full sadness outta the world's sight.
Yet the pain gets stuck in the pit of my heart.
Which makes me feel like falling apart.
My emotions toss me over like how the earth spins.
While in the air, my happiness hover.
And when I thought it was all over,
I feel heavy again cos there's a left over feeling.
A foggy feeling forming in vapour to rain through my eyes's ceiling.
That was when I realized I'm still a crybaby.
A dejected crybaby.