only I who has the right
to cry myself wearing your worn-out shirt
to drink away our sweet memories
to isolate my heart from happiness

only you who has the right
to open up my deepest part
to kiss away my sorrow
to return and fill in my hollow

he uses Monday to Saturday
to change the world
and uses a single Sunday
to change mine

but if the demon
shows itself before you
can you really still believe
that God will help you out?
cause for all I know
He's never there
when I have to face
the demon within me

I am afraid of showing my love
afraid that he'd run away from me
so I hide it beneath my skin
waiting for him to undress me;
to finally crave me hard enough
that when he sees the love I have for him
he'd refuse anything else but staying

'Note this, my favorite gal is you'

And I know if I fall for your line
I will only create another big mistake
but who cares?
if it is a mistake then you'll be my mistake
so basically, you're mine in that state

truth to be told, my heart been wondering
are you happier now that I'm no longer there?
for me, everything in me feels strange
how's the girl you're clinging to now?
I bet her heart is kind, unlike mine
should you know I remember you
in too many ways I can count
like when I eat that spicy food you love
or whenever I pass on a very tall guy
I wonder how you remember me now
how you remember me at all
but mostly I wonder
if you ever think of coming home to me

she doesn't speak love like any other
and she has a very ***** mouth
never expect her to say sayang
—she won't
what she'll say is anjing
so when she calls you anjing,
it means you're a very lucky guy
it also means she's in love with you
and God forbids you make her cry