Staring on my wrist
Should I cut it piece by piece
To make my pain release
By the anxiety I can't ease

I have tons of problem to face
But I have no guts to make it fade
Maybe the answer is this lace
Because these are useless, the blade

You were my happy pill
And because of you, I'm starting to feel ill
Maybe this artificial happiness will do
Makes me forget all of you

Will this things makes me feel alive?
And save me from my nonliving life
Is this the right answer
'Cause I'm a dying flower

But He light me up
Showed the way to make it stop
He released me from this shelf
And now I can start my life with my real self.

Just beside you but still can not reach you
I am here yet you are there waiting for someone else
You make me happy with every little things you do
My feelings is well hidden, perfectly crammed in a case

Thank you for your existence,
my will to continue the mortal path.
I guess this is acceptance
I truly am happy with these things that i have

Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be

Who would pick a daisy
In a garden full of roses
Living differently isn't easy
Their shelter is different from their houses

Living in one community
But different types of physiognomy
Living in one world
But different types of bird

Some of them prefer not to reveal
But most of them are evil.

you are as pretty as a star,
but unfortunately,
just like that celestial body,
you’re also a million miles away.

Staring at you from a mile
Makes my heartbeat stop for a while
'Cause everytime I see you smile
Imagining myself, walking down the aisle

You are the sun, I'm your flower
I'm the gun, you are the hunter
I guess we're meant to be together
But that 'guess' will always be a 'wish' forever

I know we can never be a lover,
'Cause you're the book's main character.