Mourning के बोल

I'm mourning each morning again Waiting for outcomes I wrote in my head And I need to get out of this place Nothing is real, it's a system I made Every time I try to speak Nothing comes out, it's just vacancy Why am I so filled with poetry? I hate that I feel so much Do you think that I feel too much? I'm close enough to admit Finding the heartbeat inside of my sadness No, it doesn't have to live But I'm feeding off of it Every time I try to speak Nothing comes out, it's just vacancy Why am I so filled with poetry? Hate that I feel so much Do you think that I feel too much?