Words in my heart and a fountain shouted

Words on a chart and my room is crowded

With people of kinds with no kindness

There, i was a chainsmoker,hope was my chideness

My brain was relieved as i pulled out some splinters

Next moment,i was grieved as I got to know many hunters

Who were snatching my skin but freed me deep inside

That freeness is my cause of sickness,also there is a pain in my spine