You're fat, I'm flat
You may be on diet
I'm always tired
I'm holding a timebomb
Waiting for the tombstone

I couldn't resist
Sometimes I slipped
My heart is hollowing out
When you're crying loud
Then you freeze, without a beep

When all gone, shall we born?
Are you dare my darling?
That we're whispering imperfections
No one knows, Every one goes
When, how and where...Oh no

If you dare, start prepare
We can roll, we can craw
Under the wrecking ball
Escape to a place
Where there is no more race

It seemed you're ready
Only in your body
Cocooning in a safety
Waiting for a destiny
Oh Lord! make us prodigies

The aim
The game
The blame
The flame
The shame
The same

A room, hot, pitch black
Sleep lack, distance noise, guard's whack
Cool again! force eyes rest

When I look at from the varendah
I saw only a green grass floor
on my table full of memoranda
my bed is behind the french door

I am alone standing how lonely!
sure it's not a tranquility
when my room will be homely?
future is unpredictablility

Longing for the day when we can be
marry and having a chat without a pause
while teaseing and tasting one candy
sometime doing a bit of faux pas

Whilst I was immersed in Bohemian Rhapsody
"Don't forget to smile" reminded me
Though I'm not a fancy, angry lizard
Just want to be a family wizard
Not every bed is green
Not every one is the same Win

He died four years younger than me
Although he left his legacy
I'm just a commoner
Leaving nothing like a pensioner
Only memories will survive when I die
Who will care the existance of mine

Learnt many weird things
I also have some similar stings
I can see his emotional insecurity
Thinking where is my dignity
Easy come, easy go
I am just a poor boy also

If I only want hassle-free
What I have to foresee?
I'm no longer a nominee
I have to be an escapee
Accepted that I'm a divorcee
My mom always says,
"Nothing really matters to me...
to me..."

Desiring mumurations, or solitude
What an absolute
Such a possible, impossible truth
Now beyond the age of youth

With the sounds of the inaudible
Crossing obstacles
The road;  horrible
Can our souls be bondable?

Times passed; not wanting to be regretted
From this sight; don't want to forget
The battle; don't want to conquest
This life; many things to confess

Head in the clouds, my feet on the ground
I hear sounds: your voice, astounds
I doubt I can turn my life around
Life: a merry go round

Just take it slow,
Feeling my head on the pillow
Life takes me round and round like a merry go
Here's to you, cheers, one more go