I'M SEARCHIN' EVERYDAY
NOTHING COMES MY WAY
STILL CAN'T FIND THE MELODY
TO FINALLY COMPLETE THE ESSAY.

I'VE MET THIS SWAIN SMILIN' AT ME
CLAIMING THAT HE HAS THE MELODY
AND CAN GET ME OUT OF MELANCHOLY.
BUT I JUST LAUGHED AT HIM AND SAID,
"YOU DON'T HAVE THE HARMONY."

I KEEP ON SEARCHIN'
BUT STILL FOUND NOTHING.
THE SWAIN HOLD MY HAND SAYING,
"IM THE ONE YOU'RE LOOKING
AND THE PIECE THAT IS MISSING."

AS I LOOK INTO THIS HANDSOME SWAIN,
I'VE FOUND THE MELODY FLAUNTING IN THE RAIN.
HE IS THE ONE WHO TAKE OFF ALL OF MY PAIN.
HE REALLY IS THE MISSING PIECE
THAT MADE ME SING AGAIN.

Ours is not like a classic tragedy story that marks.
Nor like one of those Nicholas Sparks’.
Ours is too perfect to just let go,
but too painful to continue.

Ours is excruciatingly beautiful
to just coop in a book.
I’ve wrote down these words,
so everyone can look.

Ours is trouvaille.
Not a fairytale.
And if I get a chance,
I want to have it more than once.

In another life, I’ll fight harder.
In another life, we’ll be together.
There’s no need to let go of each other.
In another life, it’ll be you and me forever.