WHAT'S THE MUTTER-PENPALS

I have many problems but running out of my time

Mental pressure hanging out of my hand

I can not put my feelings in better words

I'm just only to say in a roundabout way

What makes you think so？

Why don't you satisfied？

How do you get free？

“Don't worry about a thing”

I muttered to myself

And I'm standing on my way

“Having a wonderful time ; wish you were here”

Written on your cards and you really meant it too

I can not let you know my deadly life

I've nothing to say

We go different way

When looking up the sky

We were already broken up

But I'm standing on my way