when it comes to the end

i hope and i wish i can turn around and around and around,
for no reason,
dont have to think much,
dont have to say a word,
a single world,
what would i be?

i think i will get dizzy,
vormitt,
migraine,
stomach-ache,
heartache,
all wrapped in one...

why im doing this so?
satisfaction may be,
i bet u said so,
anger?
yes a bit...

so, what this crap all about?
nothing, just pickles that i can not even stuff in my mouth...
in the end, it turn out to be the pain...