Here I am sitting on my bed,
Thinking what it would be life if I were dead,
By not getting fed?
By not getting my needed meds?
By getting struck with an arrowhead?
Will I have bled?
Will others see the red?
Will I at least get wed?
Before I drop dead?
What is life for me ahead?
Here I am sitting in my room,
Thinking of my doom,
Thinking of my first classroom,
Wait,
Let's resume,
Because one day I will bloom,
Never looking back at the day I was sitting in my room,
Thinking of my doom,
But Growing,
And getting to dance in my first ballroom,
In whom,
I’ll meet him,
Forget every sin,
And go out on a lim,
And be happy till the end.
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