Lukewarm کے بول

The coil of the spring Has tighented too tight It's awkward and tense And it no longer fits me Disappointment and stress Has drained me away I can't think anymore It leaves me lukewarm The intention was here Along with a purpose Then came the worry (Now I'm all nervous) I want it complete But it all falls apart It's never enough And it's always too much I don't want it no more It left me lukewarm.