I’m so weak but i act like i’m the strongest
I’m screaming for help in my head yet i act like i’m doing fine
I’m broken yet i act like i’m the happiest human being

I’m not what you think i am

Just accept it
That this universe
Have so many ways to treat you
Either good or bad
Either happy or sad
Either fun or not
There are too many ways that this universe knows

Back then,
I knew how you’re feeling
I knew what you’re up to
I knew what you ate
I knew when you awake
I knew when you sleep
I knew why you felt the way you felt

Back then,
I knew every little tiny part about you

Back then,
Was just enough

Back then,
Can i fly to you? Again?

Want you?

Tell me how to love
When all i heard was scornful

Tell me how to love
When all i saw was dispute

Tell me how to love
When all i said was always flaw

Tell me how to love
When love is not exist
Or it’s me who never know its existence?

Then, tell me the formula of love
I will absorb it
As well as i could

We all do our best to get something,
Called money
To survive in this cruel place,
Called world

We have been controlled by those thing,
Compete to be its slave
And too busy to even realize,
That no number will fill the satisfaction in our heart

We were born with nothing
Just breath of life
Yet we live with greed as we grow up
That greed eternally craving for more and more

Not realizing that,
Our heart won’t pumping someday
Our breath will just stop
Our blood won’t flow anymore

Little do you know
That day could come
Anytime they want
So why still disquieted about those inhuman greed?

The good news about hitting bottom
Is that the only place to go
Is up

Here is the fact
My heart still beating so fast
Every second i saw you
As it wants to jump out to reach you

No matter how many times
You drop my heart
From pieces to pieces
Yet nothing change after all

The sky waiting for the sun till the morning comes
The woods waiting for the rain till the season comes
The  ground waiting for the leaves till the autumn comes

Even the river knows when the water will flow through their bodies

Is it me the only one who doesn’t know when will you come?
Or you never will?

Why everything always seems wrong?
Is it what i’m doing that’s wrong?
Is the desire of a happiness is a mistake?
Is the urge to reach a dream is a flaw?
Is breathing also a fault?

Or maybe..

Being born itself is a mistake?