I've been writing poetry for a while, but never really showed it to anyone. (English is not my first language)
Incomplete
There's something missing in my life
And I don't know who rolled the dice
Suffering
While in my bed
Suffering
Inside my head
Suffering
Want to be dead
What's missing in my life?
Was I the one who rolled the dice?
Waiting
Takes me away
Waiting
It's a rainy day
Waiting
Till we reach May
There's something missing in my life
This time there'll be no dice
Not to you
I'm sick of you and your angry mood
It'd feed Africa if it were food
Always arriving late, never with a smile
I'm glad you only stay for a while
The words that come out of your mouth
Make me want to run South
Only far, far away, will I be laughing
knowing that you mean nothing
Incomplete
There's something missing in my life
And I don't know who rolled the dice
Suffering
While in my bed
Suffering
Inside my head
Suffering
Want to be dead
What's missing in my life?
Was I the one who rolled the dice?
Waiting
Takes me away
Waiting
It's a rainy day
Waiting
Till we reach May
There's something missing in my life
This time there'll be no dice
Not to you
I'm sick of you and your angry mood
It'd feed Africa if it were food
Always arriving late, never with a smile
I'm glad you only stay for a while
The words that come out of your mouth
Make me want to run South
Only far, far away, will I be laughing
knowing that you mean nothing