Mala

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

But keep imagining
It won't help at all
And neither 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
Is there no room for me in that suitcase too?