That February Day

Every minute thoughts are troubling me

Do I have power to decide how my life can be?

At times I feel that I'm letting everyone down

Wasting my life, can I get a second time around

I cannot yell louder than those voices

Yelling I'm failing to make all the right choices

My parents gave me life that February day

Sometimes I just want to throw it all away

How did I end up questioning my will to live?

Does life have anything else left to give

I know how pain can make a heart crushing

And having a mind that keep rushing

No one predicted it would be like this

If I'd known I should fight for even a bliss

I might have given up and quit way back

When the train began to run off the track