Hampir lebih separuh hidupku
Tidak ada hati yang ada..
Ya, hati ini sudah terisi sebuah batu yang amat keras
Tetapi bukannya Aku tidak mau ada..

Terkadang Aku termenung sendiri di dalam kesendirian
Sesambil menatap pemandangan yang ada di depan mata
Hati ini terus bertanya-tanya
Sebenarnya apa..

Apa yang Aku inginkan?
Apa yang Aku butuhkan?
Lelaki seperti apa?
Siapa dia?

Kepala ini selalu berbisik bahwa ada saatnya akan hadir
Jiwa ini juga mengatakan untuk tetap menjaganya
Menjaga jiwa dan hati ini untuk suatu raga..
Raga yang tidak bisa ku sentuh keberadaanya

Rasa ini selalu meyakini dia ada
Ya, mungkin di suatu sudut yang sangat tidak terlihat..
Bahkan mugkin tidak ada
Dan tidak pernah..

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I told her
As her knees trembled from the weight of the compliment I bestowed her
Often benevolent
Clearly Heavensent
If God truly has say in the matter
Awkwardly eloquent
She reflected pretentiousness
Yet never projected the latter
Her eyes luminescent
Her body quintessence
To a hedonist, a lover, or sculptor
She beared the essence of loathsome life lessons
So there lay apprehension
When I vowed to properly love her

My whole body feels okay but there's something inside of me that scream harder than ever. To be honest, i can't feel my heart beat normally, i can't feel my body in the right place, i can't used my brain correctly, i can't feel my hands do things better. Is it normal? it's just a feeling, my feeling. I think i'm missing something, mysterious thing that i can't discover it yet. Everyday, i wonder if there's something i have to know. Something that meant to be and belong to me in this world. And i know it really breaks my heart to know the fact that i don't belong anywhere and everywhere for this time. I just.. i want to belong somewhere where i could be happy and find peace in myself.

what love really is..
it's not just a word of 'love'
it's surreal
it's untouchable
unconditional..
nothing could last for a while
it ain't a video game to play
it's never having to say "sorry"

Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.

There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend -- -
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.