Amongst The Everything

It isn’t the right time yet,

I don’t want to be here right now:

Amongst the everything,

But my areas occupied

Why can’t you leave me when I want my window closed?

Why can’t you understand that I don’t wanna hear the echoing roar of the everything?

I don’t want to feel the pain that’s too familiar to me now

That leads me to be face to face with those toilet doors and walls

I don’t wanna be amongst the people who always bring me down

I hate the everything

And I don’t think we should be together all time

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