You and I.
Me next to you.
You next to me.
Stand next to each other.
Cause we look good together.
But honestly,
Here isn't the place
I want to stand.
Here isn't the place
I want to fall.
Cause once I fall,
For you.
You fall,
For another.

Tired living like a blind man.
Because it was hurtful,
Cannot seeing thing,
Doesn't mean,
cut by knife,
wouldn't hurt.

Falling or flying?
Peoples falling in love.
Peoples flying in the name of love.
Landing after falling will get peoples broken in to pieces.
Landing after flying will get peoples goodbyes.
What the difference?
If hurt is all those two could give.

Tried to living like a blind man.
Because it was painful,
To seeing thing,
without feeling,
of anything.

He doesn't look handsome.
But he look beautiful.
He doesn't look like an angel.
But he do have those ring flying up on his head.
He doesn't look like a devil.
But i'm sure if there's a devil use black ripped jeans with awkward smile it would be him.

Put an act is not a big deal.
Being honest would be a big shot.
Trying to be a blind man.
Act like can't see anything,
Maybe I can keep everything.

Everyone has something they hold.
Something they never want to lose.
Something they want to protect.
That's why they pretend,
That's why they lie,
That's why they hide the truth.
Thinking peoples will understand without being told anything is an illusion.

I can't look up in the evening sky
It was full of those feeling,
Feeling of the world is ready to leave me alone.
It was funny,
How it saying goodbye by making the skies red.
Even the dawn is already promise a new shine.
But, the sun never shine the same.
So here i am.
With a bucket of paint written "BLUE" on it case.