Walk out of lecture,
lectured at tutorial,
tutor not looking,
trying to catch up on sleep,
walk out of class,
slip over ketchup,
can't mind my ps & qs,
the queue is so long,
just like the day ahead,
im starting to have a headache

Enter the bus,
Too busy to mind the busts,
looking at those notes of mine,
eyes almost go blind,
just by looking at those notes of mine,
just got to close them,
and continue some other time

Place my stuff on the table,
telling myself i would be able to do them later
after a rest no later than a while

Too many thoughts in my mind
like a bear in mine,
which tears away time
and all other formulae and theories,
walking in circles to find solutions,
solutions where im nothing but the solute
which is trying to find his solvent

Walking in circles,
though it ain't no circus,
theres nothing of myself left to showcase
if only those thoughts could be put into cases
and shown to those who find no case in me

Strumming aimlessly
producing noise without melody,
trying to find a cure
to the impure,
trying to mess with stress,
trying to guess my future

Darkness falls
Eyelid falls
the hour arrives
and i come to my sense
without needing to count my cents
The hours of madness have arrived
and the owls soar from the fortress of my heart
where knots are just so hard to be untied...
though not impossible

My mood is down,
and down I go,
where a reflection of my warped mind laughs at me
As i cry without shedding any tears
as i kiss the shadows
as i miss her