It's been a while since I've talked to you,
it's like everything is done but it's not true,
I still sinned to myself because stucked in this blue,
just hope that everything will be fine not from me, or from you

neither hard to forget nor still loving you that makes me uncertain,
just this jar feelings poured by feelings in dozen,
maybe you're still in my heart,
which make it drop hard.

I won't confess, i won't tell,
i won't the tears come out,
tearing apart.

Hate to say this, because i already have the one.

Just maybe saying I Love You still cant solve anything.