The clock is ticking,

Society keep pushing to settle

My dearest supporters itching as well

They all panicking. They see my future lonely as hell.

And, I won’t lie, it looks, like it will end in tears

I’m too young yet

But a year, a two – ten…

Confidence disappears.

But

I don’t care. I don’t care. I DON’T CARE!

I would rather die a loner,

I would rather decay,

I would rather despair!

Then grab whatever, then miss

The chance to have…