A desolate soul

bethuel finds himself drowning in a pool of sadness

Found myself under the Willow tree.

Depressed,empty and broken inside.

In ''headaches'' i'm in need of Willow tea.

For my sunshine is not in sight.

My soul crushed by grief,i'm desolate.

My bottled-up pain is about to detonate.

Darkness abrased my felicity.

Life so complicated like DNA's helicity.

I am a desolate soul.

And you don't have to console

My desolate soul.