Quagmire / Che Nooryohana Zulkifli

In every breath, it never gets tired. Day and night.
She knew she had tried.
In this quagmire, you're like an old stump, kicked and punched,
You're still there, never bother to leave her side.
You crossed her path, dozed her like a heavy cart,
Crushed to the ground, in this quagmire.
You were happy but she was not,
You made her believe you,
When she thought the light of hope shone through,
You ripped her open, bared her sorrow,
Still trapped in this quagmire.