Stupid mind and memories thrills
making wish list which can't fulfill.
Probability of destiny is nil
but waiting for your arrival still.
Hopes are going down hill
I'M in need of some goodwill.
It doesn't require as much skill
just my soul want you to heal.
You don't understand what heart feels
but believe says someday you will.
As you advised me to be chill
But your continuous silence badly kills.
Taking me towards the pills
And Making me mentally ill.