imma sick,
sick of being tired.
imma tired,
tired of all those things you used to say to me.
imma useless,
useless in expressing how much you meant to me.
imma nothing,
nothing but jus foolish.


people say:
forget the past, remember the present, await the future.
but whats in me is ;
complicated past, torturing present and sees no future.
people say:
you're a fortunate young girl.
but what i think is ;
imma jus a useless, foolish freak.


imma jus tired,
tired of being the-not-me.
trying to deceive myself that
i'm that bubbley & carefree girl i used to be in front of you.
let me be free ;
let me be the old me,
let me forget my past,
let me remember my present,
let me see my future,
let me love you more than anything on this Earth.

if only you can take my hand
and be on our own.
otherwise,
let me sleep
& wake me up when september ends.

dun torture me if you choose to let this love fade away ;
tell me if you wanna let me go
tell me if you hate this life
but if this is what you wanted
all i hope is that september never comes