To tell you the truth
I'm quite bored
This seesaw feels
Like nothing more

When you go up
You may fly
But on coming down
You see the darkened sky

I'm fed up by this play
But i can't stop
As i need to carry myself
In this way

Sitting on the seesaw
I can just wait
For a that one person
Who could change this game

Is it the seesaw
Or the life i see
Should i sit
On its empty seat?

I still have this question
Playing in my mind
That too with the seesaw
Or the story of my life...

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