This takes more than what I could give to.

Stress, stress, and building up more stress.

I was thinking of jumping down the building yesterday.
But I couldn't bear to.

I kept thinking my life is miserable.
Or it really is miserable.
I'm just a little tired.
That's all.

I belong to me,
I don't belong to you.
My heart is my possession.
I be my own reflection.