You and I is synonymous to us
however, us is synonymous
to impossible
because impossible is synonymous
to you'll never love me
yet my love for you will remain synonymous
to forever
while your love is synonymous
to her



And us is synonymous
to never together.

Hey, mom!
You are the woman
I adore the most
You said I am your treasure
But did I already told
That you are my worth and so
What is treasure without worth?

Daddy!
I am your little angel
And always will be
Even the day I marry
I wanna be called your baby
Your arms are my guide
I just wanna be by your side

What's up, big bro?
Remember the souvenir
You left on my forehead?
Dad almost killed you then, did he?
I'm laughing again
I could clearly remember
More fights than smiles
Yet I know deep inside
We are each other's ally

Every days of my life
I'll thank God
For knitting our paths
As an embroidery of a special love
And it's called family
You are my family;
My beloved;
My living Sanctuary

If I am to be lost,
I want it to be in your eyes
If I am to be drowned,
I want it to be in your love
You're everything I see
Please, don't rescue me

The art of letting go is getting tough
I thought I'm living enough
Well it does if it means agony
I over-saturated your totality in me
You're not my everything
You are my one thing
The grievance is great
Yet my love for you is greater
So here I am, standing still,
Letting you go with a smile painted in my lips
Does it mean, I've mastered the art of letting go?

Maybe I'm not a good writer
Maybe I'm not that talented
Maybe there's no one who's interested in these combined phrases
Maybe it's only me I can become
But lemme ask you this, people
What does really matter?
Does it really matter to be good af?
Does it really matter to be **** talented?
Does the number of supporters really matter?
Listen to me, does it really matter?
Or does it only really matter to you?
Yes, probably the latter is true
Because you, society, requires everyone to please you
You requires everyone to be the way it satisfies you
You stole everybody's happiness
You stole everybody's reality
You stole everybody's identity
Laugh out loud for the irony
Because that "everybody" is the same society itself
Listen to me, can you please stop being that society to someone
To someone like me...

I was drowned in my memories
Of how everything used to be,
I built a big reservoir inside my heart
So I can vividly see and feel them
When they turn oblivion to everyone
When they turn oblivion to you