Summers

Rooms are empty, the corridors are plain
Is there no one to share my pain?
April & May are meant to be dry
But why is it making me cry?

Summer is here, thats what I hear
What the dash is there to fear?
Thoughts are not so pristine,
But I am caught in a routine

The air is conditioned, so are we
No one out there gives a f*** what u feel
Staying Hungry, nothin to feed
A piece of paper is all we need

Seems like joy, seems like fun
Honey, Just wait till its done
Is it my problem or is it theirs?
F***it , nobody here really cares