Mala

If I can't have it
I keep imagining
If I lack courage, I keep waiting
But until when?

But just imagining won't help at all
Nor sitting waiting for you to arrive

I heard you're moving away from here
And you'll take my joy and my smile in your suitcase
I heard you're moving away from here
And I'm not well
Can't I fit in that suitcase too?