Tired of myself...

Sometimes I think that I think too much

Sometimes I feel that I feel too much

Sometimes it could've been too much

But it couldn't be any lesser.

Sometimes I feel I'm lost,

That I just want to come back home

But then I realize I am not,

My eyes were just closed

And my ears were just hearing the echo of myself.

Sometimes I want to believe

that these dreams would go on

when I close my eyes

and every second of the night

would just give me another life.

Sometimes...

I don't want to listen to myself anymore.