No one seems to be around,
No soul could be found,
I don’t mind sitting here for a while,
No one’s here to see if I smile
//
No one is here to disturb,
No one is calling for work,
I don’t mind not being heard,
No one is bothering with my quirks
//
No one is presenting a cure,
No one is here to preach,
I don’t mind being outside Kuala Lumpur,
No one here is poor or rich
//
Everyone needs to go back,
Everyone needs to leave this patch,
You have to get out of Kuching’s dirt track,
Everyone has a reality-fantasy mismatch