I cry when I yawn.
I cry when I yawn.
My mood is described as the explosion of bombs
In the ocean under water, but the surface is calm.
I cry when I yawn.
The last cry for oxygen
Sprinkles tears of exhaustion
Onto my eyelids as I breathe in coffin.
The disabled child screams for the cake to eat and keep,
At the same time self-made defeat
Caused me to surrender in fear and heat, and anger.
I cry when I yawn.
The relief is not present
Neither is it closer
But deep down my wrath grows bolder
For only in a glimpse of an eye my mouth to exposure
I never had her, so how can I ever let go off her?
I cannot cry.
I will cry when I yawn.