Someone knocked at my door,
I came running almost slipped on the floor,
You ring the bell up to four,
I said "I'm coming" and was shocked to see an Unexpected Visitor,

My stomach cringed when I saw your face,
My lips are trembling by your presence,
My weary eyes are full of dismay,
And then you asked me "How are you my sweet nightingale?"

My voice was caged inside my mouth,
Sending you out is what I want
But instead of that I open my door,
Cover my oblivious uneasiness and said "I'm fine, come into my house; just sit in the sofa, I'll be back in an hour"

My breathing is too hard,
Being with you is too harsh,
And after a while I came back to you, holding a glass of orange juice
I saw how you drank the remaining drops, wishing that you'll be choke and die in your spot

I asked you"Why are you here?"
Anticipating for your answer "It's all because of you"
But who I am to fool myself?
When you answered me, you're here to pick up your new girl

I wanted to strangle your neck with my hands
How could you visit me like I'm not your ex lover?
But as an educated person I treat you like my guest, eventhough I wanted to send you--- back to the hell
Then you finally decided to leave, before my hand meet your face, but before I close my door, I said something that made you stiff,
"Never come back in my life again, for you are not welcome here anymore, you wasted the chance I gave you before, so please Never Come Back you are an Unexpected Visitor".

tears drip down the cheek of your loved one
without you knowing
and most definitely without you caring
because how could you care about someone so worthless?
worth comes naturally to you but not to me
and i am that loved one
the one with the tears of the unknown
so you don't care
or know.

These streets won't bear my name
For I wouldn't want them to
My name belongs in the endless sky
Engraved beside the thoughts of you

And the clouds will collect our story
That will ripple and fade with time
Ghosts of the past will gather together
To hear the last echos of our epic rhyme

The words will carry past over the seas
They will whisper in the sweet breeze
They'll rustle under the shade of the trees
They'll come back to bring lost souls their release

No the streets won't bear our names
For we were born to be free
Forever running, sailing, and flying away
To wherever it is we please