Lam 100
Nothing makes sense anymore
My life has changed.
Outside, I might seem okay
Inside, I can’t forgive myself.
Dissecting my life has unearthed
childhood memories.
Unlucky is the conclusion
I have come.
Yearning for cricket bats, new shoes,
and everything else
Father couldn’t afford it,
so learn’t never to ask for things.
In college, many friends
All because I could be of help
After all the lights and glimmer
Alone in the dark room, I spent.
Then you came, like a glimmer of hope
Peered into my eyes, like none before
You let me sing and rejoce
But as fate like to play.
I left and came back,
but you had moved away.
I tried, and tried,
but never could succeed.
Even you would’nt give me hope
(I am too unworthy I guess)
It hurt me so much
that I went back to my shell.
Now you gone away,
leavin me in hell
with your half hearted apology.
It has been ages and yet
I cannot forgive mysef.
How could’ve loved you,
knowing I am unlucky man?
How could I have trusted you,
knowing all too well my unlucky fate.
Why care for you, knowing
you would never care a bit .
How foolish, I can’t forgive myself.
Some say that you are unlukcy,
and you missed me.
But only history can judge
if I or you were unlucky.