Man, she can't say another word
Not today
Not tomorrow

Having you on her side is something big to her
Telling you about her day, means you're in her world
Loving you is kind of confusing, she said

Day and night passes by
No call from her

She tries to arrange steps ahead
Maybe she goes to the future without you, means you're replaceable
Or you're not
To leave you behind isn't in her top priority

Furthermore
She not to meant to cross the line
She prays to the Almighty
For the best of you
For the best of her

She tries to deliver something to you
Between happy and sad things

May this problem solved, soon
For a new path of your journey

But I believe
Not today
Not tomorrow

Is it okay to be nice every day?
Seems like it's not
I barely not think when I do
Because sometimes, it doesn't get me to the place I want

Is this all my fault?
In the moment that I really don't know how to read things
when I spell it all out in sober?

I can't even tell the differences
  And, of course
    I owe you an apology

It's on my mind for the past weeks
  I'm really sorry

For things, that went wrong
  For words, I told you that not strong
    For sleepless night hourlong
      To our minds that don't get along
        To you, I don't belong

I'm deeply sorry.

Really upset for what comes across me lately
Had to keep my mind busy

Because solitude is the real friend
Rare people use to get along with it

I came with myself
To the place I love
  without a bunch of friends

I experienced it myself
Solitude means enjoy yourself feeling alone
  but not to feel lonely

I played it myself
To be dumb and pretend to understand nothing
  while the world is crumbling down

I watched it myself
The place to stay for a while
  in all of sudden got burnt
   that left pieces of memories

I felt it myself
Having the loudest minds
  always do something to limit their circle
   and keep their feeling out from sight
    while pain cut you off in an unorganized way

I did it myself
Meant to be good and somehow hollow

I listened to it myself
After words that come from the mouth are nonsense

I buried it myself
Guilty feeling that always comes up
  and it keeps pushing up the ground to the skies

I said it to myself
This must have come to an end

Seems like having a different personalities
But, I can assure you it's not

It all full of stress and bliss simultaneously
Wish you to get well and blessed really soon
  myself

Life is full of surprises.

You won't say that
Cause you are always skeptical

Until you face the moment
It slaps you in the face

Then you feel the streams
In your blood

Then it makes you say so.

Being realistic is hard
Almost everyone you knew not getting used to it
Most of the time will brand you as pessimistic
Cause it's nearly got no differences

In a way to survive
All of these complete madness
A system that they've created
That made us all choked to be happy

I believe in faith
~is the answer to survive
It doesn't matter how much
As long as you got it on a tiny place in your heart

Hard times
Put us in position
Between right and wrong

Hard times
Makes us hard
To be sane

Weak weekend
Paper thin
So-called slacker

We all know
He was not

I read it
The other way around

I love you
Cliché in any way we say it
But it's true, that I've always love you
And still doesn't change what tomorrow brings

Things must comes to an end
Cliché in any way we say it
But it's true, that I wanted all to end
And still doesn't change what tomorrow brings

Force yourself
Pleasing everyone
And you can't help yourself
But you keep doing so
Cause you can't stop

Between the celebration
I recognized two identical faces

In the last two-plays
I hear two exact names

I watched four-plays and turns out these things are the riddles that might have become my prayers

The last message might align through the universe
As I realized I'm getting closer to my smallest circle

After all of these happen before
Just maybe, I got trust issues


Don't lose faith in me,
because I already lost it.

Whispers in my dreams
Echoing your name
Forming your presence
Crossing our reality

It is o four hundred
And no fruits for today
It is a little bit too late to sleep
But happy was the lamp of the bright world

I hear synthesizer
That I want my head to synthesize
And pop shuffled
Will go down in the dawn

Nine minutes in the middle of a chaotic mind
As I lay my fingers on the keys
Full-speed in a numb fan
Voices of whisperers

Apparent death
Feel to spare some time
Whisperers echoed fifteen minutes after four
Two points of view are not enough

It is about to rainy season
When clouds overtake the sun
Missed her presence
In monsoon air

Heaven is bliss
An everlasting palace to stay
But the ability to take the step is gone
Between me and Him.

Some better left unexplained
in a matter of longing for the static waves

Some better left unexplained
but not everything

overwhelmed, maybe
have had enough, probably
none of nothing
all of everything

Turning left
to the uptown
Walk away from the sacred ground
Walk away to the parade of sins

Am I still live under your shadows?
Am I still in the shadows?

Turning right
Try to hold me down
Standing still wanting to be drowned
Have a faith to the clouds

Am I still live under your shadows?
Am I still in the shadows?

Socially
I'm a roundabout
Part of me might be a dead end
And the others leading straight ahead to the flow

Am I still live under your shadows?
Am I still in the shadows?

Hanging out
Could ever be gone wrong
Five seconds can be too much long
Heart attack take him down

Am I still live under your shadows?
Am I still in the shadows?

Visualize for how it was supposed to end
In time, not entirely knowing to concede about how to moving on
Falling stars hide the momentum
Then appears an imaginary nonsense

Am I still?
Am I?

All the choices I have made
Truer self die a long time ago along with my unfulfilled dreams

The best of me die in vain
That the end of myself will start an alternate version of myself

This universe will find the path
When I take it with along the way

I have patronized myself but now I don't
Because my body understands indescribable languages I spoke

I may have died
But I don't forget how to live either

Yellow butterflies
Speeding cargo
Countryside's rice fields
Shuffled playlists

Blank visions
Got nothing in mind
Small green-coloured pillow
In my arms

Farmers on positions
Bow and stand
All-day working
For underpaid paycheck

Man with shades on
Relaxing under the morning sun
With cigarettes in his hand
Facing the railway

Lots of helpers
Keep busy with themselves
With mirrors and some neo-traditional music
Abandon some people who need help

Solo-race
Multiple races
That fight for the truth
Everyone's not knowing

High and higher trees
Green, green grass
Almost hidden parked bike and houses
Beyond sights

Mislead righteousness
Based on assumptions
Gone too far
From the right track

She was high in blue skies
I was drowned in the bathroom aisles
Black dots becomes black mud
Spread all over my head

Stranded in an empty mind
Worried enough
Daylight doesn't even shine on them
Hoping for miraculous thing to be true

Does it matter?
Paradoxes back and forth
In the various divided path of my life
At the highest downfall

Sorry that I had to leave
Can't stand the feeling
Also voices in harmony
Seems exhilarating

Within happiness
For my own good
Will not calm my mind
Where I used to stay

I have been reaching places
Grew me brighten up
Blew me apart
Bloomy blossom
Giving up every promises I can not keep
I did not plan to

Another day, another time
Week away, miles a day
Not the first time for me
Wishful distances to be kept

A lot of hesitation that much
Between an unfinished business
And suggestive things that maybe the quest
I kept for eternity

25 minutes, projecting life for the unknown
Here and there, still alone
Wondering for how long I would have to stand in this zone

Lying in the garden, upside down
Watching the moon’s gentle frown
Pleasing others to condone

Temporary thoughts, temporarily prone
A glimpse of music from the phone
Chasing the fragile fading throne

Lovely girl with a strong cheekbone
Quietly regret the paths I've thrown
For everything I don’t own

Hesitation’s weight has grown
Killing two birds with a single stone
For everything I don’t own

The lights that always shone
Reminds me to atone
For everything I don't own