once it feels

Who knows what’s in my pocket,
Blood or diamond,
I’m not gonna show,
Only smiles really show,
Shadowing my sadness from others.

P. Ramlee was right to marry thrice,
`Cause you always have accompany to enjoy the life,
And you are not ugly on loneliness,
For those who come and go,
Nobody is perfect,
Everyone is the same.

Friends are only for good times,
Moody season comes,
He will leave you,
Is not I don’t want to hang out often,
When the pocket is empty,
No mood seems the best answer.

I never ask for sympathy,
May be this is the colour of me,
The pathetic me might annoy you all,
But I give my heart for everything,
No hypocrisy,
I say…