Sometimes i thought and want to hide 
Somewhere 
Where you can't see me
I want to fly,fly,fly, far away from you

Im just an extraordinary ink of a pen
Im only a poet that doesn't know where my feelings go
A stubborn poet

I dont have friends
And im all alone

But i don't regret any of that

Cause there's my ballpen that i can still write
I still have my paper to where i can insert and spread my wings 
I still have you
My poet
That i can share
That i can talk
That i can learn
And that i can call
My only poet,
Thanks for being there.