The Other Times

The other times when I feel sad I curled myself up in my bed Tomorrow will come A new day will arrive And all that yesterday will be forgotten The other times when I'm slightly happy I would walk slowly Pinch me because I want it to be real Pinch me because I'm not grateful Everything will end and this is just temporary I read books and paint the canvas to make myself busy Pretending that I'm having a good time Closed my eyes, slowly the fear crept up to me The canvas is all black And the books are read and I don't remember a thing Tea with friends feels so surreal now Conversations turns cold Affections died Sometimes, I would wish that I am just at home And make myself a hot chocolate just to stay warm Alone