Scrap Note: Stumble in my own live

I am stumbling on my own life

Walking blindly, singing sadly
I am falling on steady ground
No one grabs my hand, nobody there

They said my smile was a bitter one
And the tears are going to dry someday
Because the way I’m doing it, somehow.

Everyone seems to think that I’m mourning a loss

I don’t know, because frankly, I’m lost

Just want to scream, its feel so empty
Kicking around the pain, or causing some
Why can I just fall apart, or at least done

Does it wrong, do I do it wrong?

When was that? Where were you?

What to do? Tell me how to fix this?

Which way I have to face?

Will you be there with me?

Would you make the dust and rock rolling from mine?

Would you make my pain fade and blurring out?

Or you going to stand there and watch me clowning myself?

Are you gonna holding tight and suffocate me?

Are there any you at all

Or it's just in my own Merry la la la land
With all my singing and crying away
I’ am stumbling in my own life