My head is too heavy,
Seems like it's filled with sea,
And yes, it was,
An ocean of gratuitous ideas,
Keeping me uncomfortable all day,
'Til night as I lay,
Felt like it's gonna pop any minute,
And how I wish it'll just scattered on the street;
If ever, I'll be able to sleep later,
I hope that when sun shines, life will be better;
I hope that my unending surrow,
Will be gone tomorrow.
