Lying on my bed
With a phone in my hand
And the notebooks that I held
Filled with words of color
But my papers bled
And the words that come out is slur,
A struggle inside
A rollercoaster ride
Of words that wants to come out
But only a few survived
My desire to lock my mouth grew,
Locking myself up in a cage
With bars made of rage
And floors of a history book page
With the girl inside
And the need to keep and hide
The sadness in her eyes
With a hint of annoyance,
Not to others
But hers
"we will never be okay
And we continue to be lonely
Because the attention you seek
Will never look to your way"

The laugh of the person I want to reach
Is enough to make my little heart skip
Here's to the person I find too jard to reach,
To the person I cannot keep

When I try to write of all the things I like,
Your image flashes, and you fill my mind
My heart beats like a drum, like I'm on a hike,
But I still fear one day, our hearts would bind

As you knock on my heart, I add the locks more
Hanging on a thread, butbmy feelings have grown
Boy, your love words are enough to makr me soar,
But I know those words are not mine to own.

As two hearts attempt to be connected,
I will be the one to take the lost way.
You will not run and come, as expected
But if I could see you smile, it's okay

Even if I try to hold on,
My hands are too full,
And the world is too cruel
For a person
Whose only desire is to be true.

As I live my life as a fool,
The fingers that hooked the bars
Are slowly slipping.
The splashes shined like the moon
And the water is cool
As it made stars
And it fell on my cheeks, dripping

Only to realize
That the only thing I held on
Was your words full of lies

I never knew
the things that I could do
and I'm afraid
as I laid
on my bed; I have failed
myself, and now I'm afraid
of the things that I could do
I'm losing myself
I never knew
banging your head
could set you free
I never knew,
comfort could be found
at the tears on my bed

I am afraid
of the things in my head
I am afraid
of myself

I wonder what it feels like
Flying like a lost kite
Holding on to a string attached
Keeping up for air to grasp

Twirling like a ballerina
Tip toed, not touching the floor
Twirling like those ballerinas
Behind close doors

I don't want to try
Because I know I'll regret
But I wonder what it's like
Hanging in a thread

The great emperor and the tyrant king
was known as the great kingdoms.
One possesses freedom,
and the other possesses suffering
They were two worlds apart,
where time cannot travel,
walls taller than the tower of Babel.
there, started their endless battle
One presented a sword and a shield.
The other, a paper and a pen,
but something is strange with these men
both were smiling at the battlefield
the two were similar, but not exactly brothers.
Both were breaking and nobody knows.
Crying for help, listening to their woes.
they live in a mask where nothing shows
but a smile on a face that nobody knows