After all day my hands are shaking
Like holding tons of plastic bags
Full with thoughts and stones
But where is tired?
All I knew it comes from heart
And now it was gone
It eats thorns?
Or swallowing something that so bitter?
If it is in good condition then why
there's no reaction
Like it dont feels a thing
Sometimes plastics are so strong
They even can hold mountains
They're like an outer spirit
Helping hearts that have been dragged
Oh why this is so hard
Because when your heart sickened
There's no way good things will turn.